*This is a poem I wrote several years ago as a theological and emotional reaction to Holy Week, pain and resurrection, and the tension of the now-and-not-yet Kingdom of God.
That moment of agony when you realize
that nothing in the world
no amount of numbing
can make it feel okay again.
you are left with a void,
an absence of what should be
and nothing can be done about it.
holding onto the faint hope of a Being much greater than yourself
that is able to make these dead, broken, dry bones come back to life again
you do not know, but you hope that God can cling onto you
when you are not able to cling onto anything at all
you do not know, but you hope.