"Then he’s there sitting with me; oh the relief, the joy, and in his eyes I see mischief. He always loved to surprise us. I lean my head on his shoulder and cry, clinging to his arm. I do not ever want to leave from here. I want to sit with him, right here amongst the cold and all that is wrong. I want to gently grow in this quiet, enclosed place. In his safe company.”
Thank you for these words Debbie. I spent yesterday at The Bield. In the chapel my eyes were drawn to a large rugged heavy cross suspended high by thick ropes and nails, and a black cloth lightly draped and hanging down.
The silence felt heavy and pinned.
We spoke together the seven sentences - the last words spoken by Christ on the cross.
As the last words ‘It is finished’ were spoken I looked up. No longer did the cross seem to hold any power. It was simply an empty cross. There was a peace, a quietness within the circle of bowed heads. An emptiness waiting to be filled. The heaviness had gone. My thoughts went to those words: Oh death where is your sting?
"Then he’s there sitting with me; oh the relief, the joy, and in his eyes I see mischief. He always loved to surprise us. I lean my head on his shoulder and cry, clinging to his arm. I do not ever want to leave from here. I want to sit with him, right here amongst the cold and all that is wrong. I want to gently grow in this quiet, enclosed place. In his safe company.”
I love how true this feels.
Thank you for these words Debbie. I spent yesterday at The Bield. In the chapel my eyes were drawn to a large rugged heavy cross suspended high by thick ropes and nails, and a black cloth lightly draped and hanging down.
The silence felt heavy and pinned.
We spoke together the seven sentences - the last words spoken by Christ on the cross.
As the last words ‘It is finished’ were spoken I looked up. No longer did the cross seem to hold any power. It was simply an empty cross. There was a peace, a quietness within the circle of bowed heads. An emptiness waiting to be filled. The heaviness had gone. My thoughts went to those words: Oh death where is your sting?