Saturday, April 7, 2012

Holy Saturday

I wrote this reflection twenty years ago while I was attending a Holy Week retreat.  I wanted to imagine what it may have been like in this “amniotic darkness” of Mother Earth holding the body of Jesus for only a laser-like moment before the Resurrection.
The Mother-Tomb
She welcomed and embraced him within her earthen breast.  Holding him, enfolding him in her arms of caressing-clay. A struggle of new birth.  A struggle of new life. A struggle to rise beyond all time and space.
For in this mother-tomb of emptiness, she holds the Fullness of all Life; she holds the Fullness of all Love.  Nurturing him with gentle, warm love.  Whispering to him a lullaby of peace.  Blessing him with a tender-touch.  Kissing his wounds to release the pain.
For here in this womb-tomb, he will pass over from this Mother's heart to the Creator's arms.   For here in this womb-tomb, he will pass over from death to Life!  For here in this womb-tomb, he will pass over to God-Glory ~ Alleluia!
O Mother Earth, Womb of Life, embrace us in our darkness.  Hold us to your earthen breast.  Mid-wife us as we struggle with our humanness. 
Nurture us, bless us, caress us.  Place your healing kiss upon our wounds.  Teach us the lesson of passing over; teach us the lesson of letting go.  Guide us as we search with eager earth eyes for the bright brilliance of Easter Light - and to look up and see only Jesus.  Alleluia!  Alleluia!

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