Beautiful poetry, as always, and thank you for seeing this truth. "I understand the story of the cross, and of what happened next, as a story about Divine Love’s response when Empire seeks to kill and bury it: a story of the ultimate, most fruitful act of nonviolent resistance..."
I'm grateful for this perspective and call to action, Elizabeth. The story isn't over. I want to believe it can never be, so long as there are those who'll dance.
I want to believe that too, Elizabeth. To wildly paraphrase Someone Else's words: "Wherever two or three are gathered to love and serve, I will be dancing in the midst of them."
Oh that concluding sentence. So gorgeous. It felt like a window shade being pulled while lying sick in bed - a moment of “oh, yes, it will not be this bleak forever.” Thank you! ❤️🩹
I’ve been thinking much about the cross these days, and I have a poem coming out later this week with bit of different take. I hope someone reads it. 😊 Blessings to you!
Both of these are lovely poems, but it's the words that follow them that wrap around my heart ... Meanwhile, Love is in the streets (and) it is definitely time for more dancing. Easter Blessings, Dear Elizabeth. Thank you, as always.
Oh my, what an intriguing topic! Now I'm imagining how color choices would have changed over the centuries -- for logistical reasons first, but also because of ... what, I wonder?
So much beauty in this post, Elizabeth--your poems, your thoughts. Thank you for sharing them.
I would love to hear you give a sermon one day. Thank you for these meditations on the cross, Elizabeth.
I would love that too! Peace and love and the promise of joy to you, Jeni.
Beautiful poetry, as always, and thank you for seeing this truth. "I understand the story of the cross, and of what happened next, as a story about Divine Love’s response when Empire seeks to kill and bury it: a story of the ultimate, most fruitful act of nonviolent resistance..."
I'm grateful for this perspective and call to action, Elizabeth. The story isn't over. I want to believe it can never be, so long as there are those who'll dance.
I want to believe that too, Elizabeth. To wildly paraphrase Someone Else's words: "Wherever two or three are gathered to love and serve, I will be dancing in the midst of them."
Poetry again in this paraphrase. I love it!
Oh that concluding sentence. So gorgeous. It felt like a window shade being pulled while lying sick in bed - a moment of “oh, yes, it will not be this bleak forever.” Thank you! ❤️🩹
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Thanks for these wonderful poems!
I’ve been thinking much about the cross these days, and I have a poem coming out later this week with bit of different take. I hope someone reads it. 😊 Blessings to you!
Thanks so much for reading, Carole! I'll keep an eye out for yours. 💛🌿
Likely Friday.
Both of these are lovely poems, but it's the words that follow them that wrap around my heart ... Meanwhile, Love is in the streets (and) it is definitely time for more dancing. Easter Blessings, Dear Elizabeth. Thank you, as always.
Love and blessings to you and everyone at WHUUF, Sulima, and thank you back!
Both of these fine poems seem they had to be written. Powerful.
Thanks so much, Peter -- I'm glad they spoke to you.
You’re welcome, Elizabeth.
Wrote a paper in seminary (with slides) on the color choices in stained glass. Always been fascinated with it
Oh my, what an intriguing topic! Now I'm imagining how color choices would have changed over the centuries -- for logistical reasons first, but also because of ... what, I wonder?