Quiet now, this early spring into which we fall, a few days of sunshine and green rising from earth. Quiet now, we enter the Holy Week - watch the sombre procession - with unknowing eyes - unaware of what will pass, what is passing. We line the streets, shake the bells into sound, strike the cymbals, shout: "Hosanna! Hosanna!"
The people cried out as we have cried out into the night for Something to Save us: these earthy bodies, this pain, this solid march from life to death -
All in stark relief against the clouding sky. ---Mary Elyn Bahlert, 4/2025
Night sky over Oakland, photo by Mary Elyn Bahlert, 3/2025
I am a spiritual seeker, a seeker who has "taken a drink from many cups." I love to accompany others on the deeper journey to witness to their True Self. Now a writer, photographer and poet, I have retired from full-time ministry as a pastor in downtown Oakland, CA.
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Great poem and picture!
Joanne
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Oh, thank you, Joanne! I’m so happy to know you read the blog!
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