The drum roll thunders,
languages erupt
to flow like
red-hot lava.
Drawn in to
the spectacle,
the hordes
hear
that a dead man
is King and Lord -
the long-awaited one
lives again.
Surrender then;
and turn away
from darkness
to light.
Embrace Him
wholly,
hands empty
but for Him -
let all others
drift between
your fingers
as you run
to His arms.
When your heartbeat
steadies,
settle into
a steady walking pace
for the long haul,
his Spirit clinging
to your heels,
shadow-like.
Look inward
when diversions come,
when potholes
derail you,
leaving your knees
bruised and bloodied.
Dig deep
into your sadness
and disappointment
and trust Him
as you let go
of the known
and reach out
to grasp His hands
over the abyss.
Trust that He will
pull you up
into a joy
you've only
dreamt of.
Amen.
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