As Easter approaches all the great Saints
shed profuse tears
for the Lamb of God
Emmanuel
In a world where
the flower of love is crushed under
heavy black boots
stomping with long jagged swords
through the night
And tender kisses met with
snake hisses and sharp venomous fangs
My trembling hands will forever
anoint your raw and bleeding wounds
wash your holy feet with my tears
Light a candle on Easter morning
for the world you so sought to save
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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