By Wil Boomhower
To live my life in the light of your cross
is my greatest aspiration.
to carry my crosses
with dignity and humility and patience
is what you ask of me.
So I must ask you, Lord…
to walk in my shoes. Feel
the cracks and fractures that
plague my blistered feet.
The weight that bears on my weary spirit
does not compare to that crude timber
that saddled you as you stumbled and
held you as you died.
And then you rose as you had promised
and I see you now…
passing through a concrete canyon where
debris clutters alleys and rustles harshly
across empty parking lots and settles in
alcoves of buildings with bolted doors and
boarded/broken windows.
I can find you
walking in that part of town,
searching dumpsters for fragments of life…
cast offs seen as having no value.
And you take your meals there.
You break your bread and
share it.
And you know what it is to be
preyed upon, forgotten, overlooked, devalued
and dismissed.
You, the One Who Is
the beating heart of Mercy and Grace
confirms the value of that which is broken
yet has not been abandoned.
This Heart beats through the cross You carried —
expanding, contracting, collapsing and pulsing in a cosmic
interplay of passions and truth juxtaposed,
fractal, vectoring —
bleeding radiance.
You are Being stated Infinitely,
defined in the Father, Son and Holy Spirit.
We are recursive…
we are refined in You…
And we yearn for Your completeness.
Amen.
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