In honor of both, a poem:
The Road Ahead
To journey with Jesus this week
walk tenderly along the rutted road
your feet bare and dusty
doggedly plodding toward trouble
When hope is all that remains
to hold onto and your palms
are rope-burned red
make of faith and doubt
a lifeline, not a noose
and grasp tight despite the pain
Gather up grief and despair
and weave for it baskets of reed and tears;
then lay the world’s woes before
The One who cannot be entombed
The One who has built an altar
in your heart and animates
your every breath from birth to death
and (sometimes all too soon)
cradles you home
He is risen, indeed!
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