John 11
The time that is given us The time that is given us

In once full arms 
I hold a wreck of sorrow.
I am ruined.
And you, Beloved,
you who see
to the bones 
of my heart,
you who stride waves,
who order winds
and shame demons,
you to whose authority 
the universe bows,
you stand 
not apart
from this grave darkness
but here
in the pit of me,
and wield your greatest power,
calling forth,
bringing light 
up out of the terrible depths,
commanding life itself
with the one force 
to revive me,
the heart of God outpoured:
with me, in me
you weep.
I am unbound.
Steve Garnaas-Holmes  
Unfolding Light   

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