What did they find amid the mess of humanity,
dispersed, dislocated, de facto dispossessed by a
collaborative cabal from within and without the wall;
a mess of humanity birthed in the mire of
the base realm which we inhabit – the primitive mammalian
surge redeemed by love time after time –
what did they find that brought them to their knees,
weak with humility?
About Rosalind C Hughes
Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing , and Whom Shall I Fear? Urgent Questions for Christians in an Age of Violence, both from Upper Room Books. She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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Evocative and thought provoking-
reminded of that need to be “brought to their knees, weak with humility.”