Saturday, April 23, 2011

God of My Bitter Hours

God of My Bitter Hours 
by Karl Rahner
You knelt in the Gethsemane garden
In the final hours before your death,
The sweat of bloody regret on your brow.
We, too, have our painful episodes
When the bitter taste of obvious defeat
Barricades any hope of comfort and release.
You join us in our bitter hours of struggle
When opposition, discontent, or lament
Block the corridors to our peacefulness.
You reassure us, “This, too, will pass.”

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Speak gently. carefully. thoughtfully. graciously. humbly.

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