Weep not at the cross for in Joy you come.
To see the passing, to see Me passing,
into the new.
When you too are fulfilled,
and your sight is true
and your heart is at one
and your mind steady and calm
Then receive that gift,
that great glorious gift
into which no death can die.
A transformation to which we aspire
Without quite knowing,
But with quiet longing.
A longing that can break our hearts wide open,
to receive thee, in trust,
without Knowing the holiest of your names.
In passing over
that glorious Joyful passing over
Into Your Love.
Good Friday 2008 © Lysanne Sizoo