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I lay down in the
yard and prepared to let go
and then came a call
I was recently much moved by an account of ‘Myrrh,’ an old working horse, exhausted, lying down, surrendering, one might say, to dying. And then came the tender voice of the rescuer, followed quickly by the safety and joy of green pasture, in company with other horses, who appeared to have regained lost youth. And I am moved by innumerable other exhaustions, and by the deaths of beloved sons and daughters, young people, drafted to work and to fight wars they had no part in causing. And now the sun rises over Easter morning, and I am mindful of another exhaustion, another surrender, another dying, another rising – and hear the call – as clearly as did Easter’s first loving witness – to be another voice …
and so I will rise
wheresoever I am to
speak a Word of love
Happy Easter!
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