Comfort for the Clay

Beauty exists,
even when we can't see it.

The Dove flies in and out,
and yet is everywhere present
filling the whole
of the brokenness.

There may be pieces
within the cup,
but in Love
they are intertwined again.

Sweet gifts
in the mud
sometimes taste of dirt,
but in that clay,
in the dust,
is where Breath,
in the Beginning
Made us alive.

 Can't help but quote,
"O death where is thy sting"?
"O hell where is thy victory?"
There is no sting,
Even in death,
Even in the deepest depths of the pit.

For ALL was risen,
In Him
Who was crucified.
HE went to the depths,
and brought Adam and Eve
Up and into healing,
and into hope.
HE meets us in the depths
of our suffering
and in our sorrow,
and the chains HAVE been broken.

The world will not make sense,
and most of the time
if there is some sense,
it is just there to fool us,
and add up all the more
to the disappointments of this life.

In this life
there is joy,
and in it too,
There is suffering.

The time has come,
to give it ALL
UP,
to The One who can carry it
for us.
This is the only way,
and this is the only place,
Where there is
NO more sickness or sorrow
or suffering.
And in any present suffering,
We are not alone.

There is the Comforter.
Everywhere present and filling
ALL things.
Do not fear the depths,
as even there, The Comforter
can Now be found.

Rejoice!
In the conquering of death.
And there, only there.
In Him,
Lies our hope!