The Paschal Way

 ...and today, this beautiful poem came to my email, remind me again about His ways, that is so high and beyond my comprehension. and He is always faithful... faithful God.

to walk His path with Him....

"You said that if I walked your path with you

I would experience the blossoming of heaven.

I thought that you meant flowers,

blooms of celebration strewn

along the Hosanna road,

or arranged by flickering candles

in a church filled with peace,

or clustered fragrant in a heart

made into permanent summer by prayer,

or handed to me by friends

who valued flowers as much as I did.

You said that if I walked your path with you

I would discover the sweetness of God

and I expected to be given flowers.

But actually you were talking of thorns

and a cross on the road to dying

and hands and feet pierced by a truth

that I did not want to own

and a feeling of forsakenness

and a letting go

and a love so terrible it came

like a sword in my struggling heart

and finally, nothing but you and I

in the silence of the tomb.

You asked me to walk your path with you

and yes, you did mean flowers

But not the fragile things of a day.

Something of permanent fragrance

and a beauty that can't be measured

by a panacea^* of small comforts.

You were talking of the tomb transformed,

imprisonment into freedom,

crosses into wisdom,

suffering into compassion,

darkness into light,

You were talking of your presence

in a life made large by your journey.

You were talking of resurrections without end."

Joy Cowley

Psalms Down Under

Panacea: a remedy for all ills or difficulties, cure-all (merriam-webster dictionary)