Eastertide break

Thanks for reading along throughout Lent.  This blog was a Lenten practice that seems to be growing into something else.  While I wait and listen for what might be brewing within, I will be taking a break from posting.  I intend to return to blogging at Pentecost.  Until then, hop on over to the QC Family Tree website to learn more about what we do in our neighborhood to be kinfolk rooted in discipleship in West Charlotte.  If you'd like to email me questions or suggestions on what to write about next, feel free.  I'll see you on the other side of Eastertide!

A Good Friday Poem

News of Death

For Tom Charlotte

By David Whyte

Last night they came with news of death

not knowing what I would say.

I wanted to say,

"The green wind is running through the fields

making the grass lie flat."

I wanted to say,

"The apple blossom flakes like ash

covering the orchard wall."

I waned to say,

"The fish float belly up in the slow stream,

stepping stones to the dead."

They asked if I would sleep that night,

I said I did not know.

For this loss I could not speak,

the tongue lay idle in a great darkness,

the heart was strangely open,

the moon had gone,

and it was then 

when I said, "He is no longer here",

that the night put its arm around me

and all the white stars turned bitter with grief.

By David Whyte