And immediately his mouth was opened and his tongue loosed, and he spoke, blessing God.
No good unless used for you:
only death, only a swallowing tomb.
No sweet grapes from a rotten vine;
no figs budding from a cursed tree.
When speaking, we curse; when silent, bones waste…
Until the words, He is risen. Why seek the living among these yawning tombs?
Run. Tell the mourners.
Doubt has died.
This tongue has life to speak.
Glory to your coming that restored humankind to life.
(Ephrem the Syrian, Hymns of the Nativity)
Because of the shadows, we miss our brother’s face,
our sister’s gaze.
The pace of the crowd moves us forward.
If you reached out
to touch my garment, I would not feel.
This power departs us daily:
to see, to know.
O Brother, true human:
You reach where least expected.
These shadows flee; let us not retreat.
Come where we scarce have courage to go;
to make us whole.
The heavens are telling the glory of God – (tweet tweet, like like, instant message)
His voice goes out to the ends of the earth – (I fast, I tithe, I pray twice a day)
Heaven and earth will pass away – (Lord, let me sit at your right hand)
Before His law will fade.
In wilderness, make straight the way – (I thank you, Lord, I’m not like him)
The Son of Man must suffer and die – (O surely Lord not I?)
Heaven and earth will pass away – (Anti-ageing cream for sale)
His promises remain.
” And he said to them, ‘O foolish ones and slow of heart to believe all that the prophets have spoken! Was it not necessary that the Christ should suffer these things and enter into his glory?'” (Luke 24:25-26)
Slow to understand, the day turns to night.
Light dwindles, the length of days shortens;
have we time to hear His words?
Walk. The road is long, but your companion
stays as sun retreats and understanding hides.
Slow to understand, we turn:
we slow our hearts to hear.
J. S. Bach – Cantata “Bleib bei uns, denn es will Abend werden”