A Quiet Walk

Shepherd me, O God, beyond my wants,

Thomas where were you when Jesus came? What was so important you couldn’t stay for a while longer? Did you have to do that all important laundry, or groceries, or maybe clean a closet? What could have drawn you away? I know how it is to have all those tasks to always have no time …

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They walked the dusty road with him not knowing who he was with every word he spoke, a fire burned within yet they didn’t recognize him Are we not like Cleopas and his companion when with us in the dark he walks closed are the eyes of our hearts   we cannot see the one …

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She sits in the Garden tears mar her cheeks confused, frightened where did they take him where have they hidden him Mary . .  . . Her heart stops, she can’t breath it is his voice, it looks like him, yet he, he, he . .  . she steps closer a whisper, Rabbouni Bursting into …

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She sat in the corner eyes dry, there are no more tears her heart ached for her baby boy the world so bright now dark “my baby, my son” “A sword will pierce your soul,” he said he came to die they said but, . . . . I carried him under my heart I …

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You call this Friday good but today the Good died all love hung on a cross the sky cried the earth broke it’s heart the darkness of the soul covered the earth We hide behind locked doors grief grips our hearts fear takes our minds we wait for the knock we wait to be dragged …

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