Not over yet…

 Lamentation 3:19-24

The thought of my affliction and my homelessness

is wormwood and gall!

My soul continually thinks of it

and is bowed down within me.

But this I call to mind,

and therefore I have hope:

The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases,

his mercies never come to an end;

they are new every morning;

great is your faithfulness.

“The LORD is my portion,” says my soul,

“therefore I will hope in him.”

In the silence of this day

when the crowd baying for blood

have gone home satisfied

to cherish their moment of victory

God does not rest from justice

Already hell is being harrowed - 

that work of pulling from the depths

those condemned and rejected is underway

There are those who imagine the fight is over

While God continues to work underground

Recovering and restoring the depth and vibrancy and colour

of all the long forgotten hues

that the creator endorsed

at the beginning of time

whispering to each:

The divine spark lives in you

You are beloved - and 

Resurrection is coming

May it be so.

(Liz Crumlish, Holy Saturday 2025)