I know someone who attended the funeral of a friend*s parent and was confronted with the presence of unconditional love. So much love she had to leave the church early. She has never gone back. She will drive distances to sit with people behind bars for life, but love set completely free? No. I hope to sit with her and face the love... head on.
They fled the tomb
When it was empty.
They knew
It was something so large
So incomprehensible
They had to run away
To safer places.
To upper rooms.
To Emmaus.
To Timbuktoo.
To the moon
Or beyond.
Safer places.
As if.
As if.
It is not Easter yet.
It comes.
It comes so soon.
It is here already.
He comes and nothing
Will ever be safe
Again.
Nothing really.
Sit with me.
We will face it together.
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