Good Friday is an emptiness so loud it echoes
The taste of hopelessness dry upon the the tongue
Its is the silence of all the voices that are not allowed to speak
My God, My God why have you abandoned Me?
Hell existing wherever and whenever love is impossible
Humans visit Hell all too frequently
When terrorists bomb, when children die, when hate masquerades as institutions or gospel or love
When our bodies betray us, when we are at the absolute end of everything we have to give, when sanctuary eludes us
It is the moment when we become stuck in the mire, knowing that even if someone wanted to help….they couldn’t
Emptiness Echoes
Somehow, Christ descended into Hell
The third day he rose again from the dead, conquering even death, even emptiness, even Hell
Making Love exist in impossible places
For Jesus came not to condemn the world, but to save it
Emptying himself
Because God loves the world, this impossible world
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