You are the heartbreak of unshatterable springtide, holding promised greening in your Heart, breaking through our brokenness, pouring out the wine of April newness.
You smile at the earth that humanly you leave. . . soon, so soon and promise once again, "I go to prepare a place for you that where I am you also will be."
Your tears have washed you clean and I lift you to my Father, a clean oblation.
Excerpt from a poem, Holy Thursday, by Carmen Smith rscj 1981 Province of the United States
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