Year A - Easter Vigil or Hopeless Hope Vigil
April 19/20, 2014
Having met the enemy, my spirit faints within me. Actually it fainted a long time ago which is why the enemy turned out, again, to be me.
I remember my hopes and expectations and dreams of conquest. And now out of warranty, a body of work dumped in a cave and soon to disappear, this empty tomb has become a Pit. There is no teaching available that I have not taught. There is no promise in preservation. Every refuge has a force-field around it set to my wave-length.
Now, when G*D cuts off my enemies and my adversaries, I am cut off, too. It is almost enough to make one wryly grin at the way the world goes round, we force meaning from it like juice from an orange, and when we drink it it tastes like urine.
So it is time for a reset, a reboot, a resignation.
It has been awhile since hearing echoes of steadfast love. It has probably been steadfast while I’ve been battling myself, but there is a sweetness to just the cadence of the phrase. It is a waltz not a marathon. Within its syllables lies “morning” heard here in the night.