a way in the wilderness

This is my Body, broken: pierced and bleeding, shrouded
in darkness and alone
Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani?
Father-forsaken, the Light recedes. Rocks cry out, the curtain tears,
brave women do not flee.
This is my Body, broken: my radiant Church lies
pierced and bleeding, wounded
by friendly-fire burn
This sickness shall not end in death
The dead are raised, the blind will see and
you, love, shall be healed (only say the Word). You are No Longer Deserted, re-created,
the very image of God
See, I am making a way in the wilderness, streams in the wasteland
Hephzibah, my delight: rend your heart
and not your garments. Rend your heart
and not your brother. Every blood
soaked strand is fuel for the fire
Take off the grave clothes
Put on the new self and arise. Only
love will bind my Church in perfect unity. Bind up the brokenhearted and return
to me, the Spirit poured-out-still.
There is one Body and one Spirit; to
one hope were you called. At
one table we celebrate your redemption
As the Father has sent me, so I am sending you
I Am the Word, calling
life from formless void. I Am the Truth, revealing
the invisible God is Love.
Unbound, embody your blessing: light up the darkness, Beloved.
Do this in remembrance of me

Reworked from the archives, for weary hearts. Image: purolipan

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