Few languages are universal.
That we have made the gun one
of them is blasphemy against the Spirit
who brooded over creation; ever the image of life.
Would that we would bury the language of death under love,
even if the mockery of the crowd follows us to the morgue.
If we preach the empty tomb, we should be prepared,
perhaps, to explore it.
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About Rosalind C Hughes
Rosalind C Hughes is an Episcopal priest, poet, 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. 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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