In the past two days, 800+ people have died in the UK from Covid19. Their funerals will be attended only by immediate family members. Many more deaths are expected.
In the midst of such loss, it is easy to get absorbed in the activity of meaning-making. Easy to seek refuge in diverting our attention elsewhere.
On Good Friday, too, it is easy to gaze at the cross only with reference to Easter Sunday.
This is a poem for today.
today, why? is plenty
today is a day not for answers:
for a mother has lost her son today,
just as a mother lost her son then.
today we weep through our reckoning:
stand stained by sorrow,
stagger, sodden, streaming
through the door -
it is marked god-knows-where
but today, god-doesn’t.
thejoyofrachel 
Great poem happy Easter RachelSent from my Samsung Galaxy smartphone.
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Wonderful poem, Rachel.
Unlike our governing leaders, God, in Christ, will not ask of us what He has not done Himself. Even unto pain, suffering and death. Yet, He further tells us that whoever believes in Him, will do what He has done. And that what is found in Easter.
-Alan
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