CHRIST IN WINTER: Reflections
on Faith & Life for the Years of Winter…
Today is the first day of the
rest of my life.
It will end like my other
first days.
I shall take a drink,
because others take a drink.
They do not get drunk,
so why should I?
It is a normal thing,
a joyful thing,
to drink of the juice of the
vine.
It is sometimes called communion;
is that not good?
So why can I not be like
others?
Then I have another drink
because I did the first so
well.
After all, communion is so
sweet and right.
There is a table for
communion.
Soon I am under it,
unable to move, full of
remorse,
washing my dirty feet with my
tears.
Then I vow that I shall bear
no more first days
nor make them bear me away,
because they always end like
this,
with the vow that I shall be
a new self,
which I am for an hour or a
day or even a week.
It is time to start at the
end,
skip all the chapters in the
middle,
the way the Jesus story
starts at the end.
It is called resurrection…
JRMcF
johnrobertmcfarland@gmail.com
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