No more some scattered
shattered-fractured
‘Yes’-
-a part of me, of us-
but all of me, in Him
who for me
spoke
in terrored tears
his utter
Yes
from out that heart
of One who is
Man-God;-
That Yes,
the Crossing over of
a great divide,
a deep-Red sea
of disobedient life,
to the far shore
of God
who calls us Walk to Him
in trust,-
in Christ’s Deep Yes,
deep Love,-
with all our lives
to Him.
Reflecting on Cantalamessa ‘The Mystery of Easter’ pp.25-27
Each generation in its turn makes the Passover.
Crossing Over
