How much can a soul take?
How much can a body bear,
of darkness, of solitude, of everything
going the opposite direction of joy?
Someone said that there a
certain of amount of sorrow
that is sufficient for one life time.
Sufficient, how can sorrow be sufficient?
Too much.
It can be too much.
Yet carrying the burden of
sorrow
we gather here on this day….
A day which calls us deeper
into the darkness,
deeper into the sorrow.
How much can a soul take?
How much can a body bear
before it begins to bend and break
before it begins to sway and bow
in the wind of the gathering storm?
Yet you call us to this
day,
Beckon us further into the shadows, into the
mystery
Luring us with promises of light and joy,
as the darkness grows.
Do we dare trust you?
Do we dare let ourselves be enveloped in the
pain
with only a possibility held out before
us?
Who are you that we should
follow?
Who are you that we should trust
our very lives to your keeping,
O One who hangs on a cross
and gasps for a final breath of
air?
Who are you?
Who are you?
Stranger yet familiar?
Unknown yet known?
Your voice seems to remind
us
of a place we once called home
where life was safe and we were loved.
Are you the one who took us
there?
Are you the one who left
the gate open,
Leaving us free to wander or to stay?
Wander we did,
out from the peace and safety of our home.
We wandered out,
so far we lost even the scent of you on the air,
home a distant memory.
Now we are here, in this
place on this day,
and we hear the echo of our truest selves
and the whisper of unfathomable love
on the air that sweeps from the
hill where you hang.
Through the darkness, through the sorrow,
we catch the scent of home.
How much can a soul take?
How much can a body bear?
How much do we ache
to return to the place from which from which
we came?
So on this day as you beckon,
we dare to wrap our courage around us,
summon hope,
join hands
and follow into the
darkness,
the scent of you,
the whisper of promise,
you who comes to guide us home.
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