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)
