I could not let this day pass without sharing this moving piece written by Jan Richardson.
Reading from the Gospels, Good Friday: John 18.1-19.42
They took the body of Jesus.
All too quickly the breaking of the bread becomes the breaking of the flesh.
All too soon the cup offered at the table becomes the life poured out at the cross.
After the rending, after the emptying: an impossible stillness, an aching silence, an incomprehensible hollow for which no word will ever be adequate.
And now? How will we meet this silence? What will we do with this ache?
For Good Friday
let all stand still
Sun and moon
Let the ground
gape in stunned
Let it weep
as it receives
what it thinks
it will not
Let it groan
as it gathers
who was thought
from Circle of Grace: A Book of Blessings for the Seasons