Friday, September 11, 2015

Raising the Cups to his lips – v3

Layers of memory
of a row of cups before him
like Christ in the Garden
submitting to God;
In turn taking each
raising the cups to his lips
drinking the bitterness
that we may live.

Sharing his story
the pain inflicted,
God beside him
all of his days;
The memories painful
far more than uncomfortable
the bitterness of history
dredged to the fore.

Offered to us
as pain, as sacrifice,
as a means of sharing
the depths of God’s love;
The Spirit here with us
through all our struggles,
lifting us up, standing again,
when life knocks us to the floor.

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edited September 11, 2015
Raising the Cups to his lips – v3

(editing version 2)
edited May 26, 2014
Raising the Cups to his lips – v2
May 11, 2011
Raising the Cups to his lips
Walk to Emmaus
Luke 24:13-35
grace
Prodigal Son

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