And so it begins

Emptied,
readied,
waiting for the pageant to begin:
the supper,
the promises,
the washing of feet,
the long vigil of the night
awakening to loss and grief,
the ache of forgiveness that only God can give.

And then,
again,
the silence
as we wait,
emptied,
readied,
for the healing to begin.


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