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| Encounter: Windsor, Ontario Faith Community Liturgy 03 Aug 2014 |
Encounter
Tears came. I
could have wept
a year, a hundred
years,
centuries even.
All our loss,
grief
of every kind,
Then, now
and yet to come.
Tears come. She in
her softness,
tenderness,
infinite love. She
who is firm,
strong
who lasts.
Within our tears
her sacred dance
quickens into
jazz—
joyous jazzy
steps.
We raise our arms,
We open our hands
In praise, in
wonder
We are in miracles
now.
We are in
miraculous
Presence.
Tears come, a
great
outpouring. We
gather
our mothers’
grief.
The outpouring
of their tears
fills the
universe.
Their tears flow
as streams and
rivers
flow. Their tears
fill our oceans.
The salt of their
tears
Lingers along our
coastlines.
We fill our
vessels with their tears
Together, we lift
them on high
Our chalice in the
sky.
Wisdom Divine,
She brings us
back to ourselves.
She pushes us
Through her great
birth passage
sending us
everywhere.
We come forth
from her head, her heart,
her hands, her
feet.
She has borne
us, again and
again,
from her whole
self.
We have become
her.
She was already
us.
Presence.
Michele
Birch-Conery, ARCWP Priest
September 2013.
Revision July 12,
2014.
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