Happy easter... not yet!

If you are able,
tell God what it is like
to live in the wreckage of dreams that have no life left -
when peace is dead and buried
when hope has gone to hell.

I've been looking for words for this day that the church calls Low or Holy Saturday and eventually found my way to Hold this Space.

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