This Passion Sunday
we lift up our hearts and voices,
to give thanks for life.

This Passion Sunday

the circle begins to close
three months, and thirty-three brief years,
from Advent to Lent.

Almost over, another waiting time.

Boughs in hand, we join the procession.

Palms raised, we crowd the roadside
for a victory parade: our king
on the foal of a donkey.


Hosanna!  Save us!
Hosanna!  Mercy on us!
Wine shared and spilled
bread broken and betrayed.


Soon via Dolorosa we will go
to passion’s endless end
and our beginning.

This Passion Sunday
we think of those who’ve lost the passion
from their lives.


We hold in our hearts
the discouraged and depressed
all those with mental illnesses
those too unwell or weary to love themselves.


We think of those who’re anxious
about people they love;
those for whom the hardest thing may be
to learn that sometimes
there’s nothing you can do
except be there…

We give thanks for all healers –
professionals and volunteers –
therapists and counselors
practitioners and friends

We bless those who care for us
at times when we care nothing for ourselves;
who hold our hands in the dark
and shine a light for us.
This Passion Sunday
we give thanks for life
brief as the grass, and for life everlasting.
 
We hold in our hearts all who mourn the loss of loved ones
through broken relationships
the grief of personalities distorted by ill-health
and especially those bereaved by death.

We give thanks for the life of our loved ones
our communities
and all creation.


May our lives become the story of what happens
when the aching pain of weakness and defeat
is met by love, generosity and hope.




© Bronwyn Angela White (2008)—Wellington, New Zealand

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