Saturday, April 23, 2011

The Longing of Mary, the Mother

Beneath this withered tree – branches cross the sky
My heart breaks open for even
God cannot protect the Son
from the crimes of humanity.
Beneath this withered tree – branches cross
as my heart breaks open watching
the soul of my son fly
into the sky.
Beneath this withered tree –  
hope crosses my broken - open heart
as I feel the shelter of a God  that does not control
but bears with us the sorrows of our humanity.              (by Rev. Dr. Sally Harris - 22/4/11)

1 comment:

  1. Thank you for sharing your gifts, Sally. This is beautiful. Easter blessings.