“Do not hold on,” you said,
and so we empty our expectations
of their aspirations for control.
Hallelujah!
“Go and tell,” you said,
and so we release life’s miracles
from the duty of explanation.
Hallelujah!
“Wait and see,” you said,
and so we accept the work of wonder
without the need for certainty.
Hallelujah!
Most Holy Gardener: in the timeless wisdom of seasons you teach us to sow in trust, to nourish without guarantee, to harvest without accumulation. When we measure hope by apprehension, you prune back our worry. When we assess growth by achievement, you replant us as seeds dying for life. And when we venerate the power of the cross more than the triumph of the garden, you empty the tomb of our fears and fill us with the joy of salvation.
We remember: “Do not hold on,”
and so we leave behind our death vigils
to rise and welcome new mercies.
Hallelujah!
We remember: “Go and tell,”
and so we surrender our idolatry of belief
to the surprise of transformation.
Hallelujah!
We remember: “Wait and see,”
and so we desert our ashes and linens
to be caught up in perfection.
Hallelujah!