The first last word

                                          Father, forgive them

  – not yet, Jesus. Give us time. 

We are in no hurry for new life.

Give us time to think about what we have done,

to consider how we might compensate

you and one another. Give us time

      to find the perfect sacrifice,

      scapegoat or self-immolation,

either way, give us time to reach a settlement,

God, for, you see,  we do not want to owe you,

      but rather, to own you

                                    – for they know not what they do.

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 (Upper Room Books, 2020). She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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