The Hollow in our Hearts
Here we are on the edge of Holy Week. The parade is over; spent petals and tattered banners still blow down the empty streets. Some have stuck their palm fronds in the planters round the lamp posts. Some have forgotten their coats and there is a tiny sneaker on the curb. The air has caught silence like the vibrations of a soundless bell.
Something is upon us. We are called to make space – a home in us which becomes, as this One is, for the world.
Under all our attempts at triumph
You have found us Love.
Ridden through our glories
on a thick-haunched colt.
In our particulars
Our skin, our bone
Our fading memories, our sprung hopes
You have come out to find us.
Join me on the journey. Rest, Reflect, Replenish
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We misplace our coats, we forget our sneakers , we lose true ourselves in our mad dash through life. And always we think we have to solve it all. Thank you Catherine for the gentle reminder that all we have to do is stop and allow ourselves to be found by the One who comes looking.
Thank you Lee Ann. It’s so good to hear from you and to read your words. It is hard sometimes to allow that it’s not all up to us, but how full and grateful we feel when we do pause to be found. The graces of this holy week to you.
I’m glad you liked it. I’m posting several this week. A way for me to mark Holy Week with words in this year of sabbath when I’m not responsible for worship.
A beautiful reflection Catherine. Thank you.