• lenten journal: tomb time

    by  • March 31, 2018 • grief, incarnation, lenten journal, poetry • 2 Comments

    This morning a group of us gathered at church for breakfast and reflection together on “tomb time.” The experience led me to these words.

    tomb time

    there was dead silence
    from those trapped
    outside the tomb
    not a word about
    where they went or
    if they stayed together
    they didn’t know
    they were waiting
    it was just over
    hopeless lifeless
    less than expected
    nothing could roll
    away the sadness
    it’s hard to stay here
    somebody say something
    how long can we live
    without resolution?



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    2 Responses to lenten journal: tomb time

    1. Marty Morris
      March 31, 2018 at 9:12 pm

      At one of the churches we served had a 24 hour prayer vigil on Easter Saturday. Our choir was assigned one of those hours. One of the sweetest memories I have is sitting with my friends singing our prayers and reflecting on His Love and sacrifice. I always felt like one of His disciples. Maybe they sang as well. Thank you for these wonderful Lenten devotions.

    2. Maggie Dolbow
      March 31, 2018 at 9:23 pm

      What I remember most about Lent and Holy Week was going with my Dad and visiting churches on Holy Thursday. The altars were beautifully decorated and glowing with soft light before the dark of the next day: Good Friday. The Passion of Christ was about to begin. I was the oldest, and my Dad brought only me. As he seemed (to me) to attend church in a perfunctory way, somehow this particular devotion was meaningful to him. We had few close experiences, but I am grateful for this one.

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