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In all that I have witnessed as a hospital chaplain during the Coronavirus pandemic, somehow it is the image of this one man’s grief that sticks most poignantly in my mind. I offer it in tribute to all who have died over this last year or so, and all who grieve. 

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She was fine

It was you “at risk”. 

But somehow here you are

And she is gone.

And trapped inside a plastic hood

Your anguish drips, unwiped, from your nose

Out of the reach of even your very own hands.

In Memoriam

We give you thanks

For life.

Yes - 

We give you thanks

for this unlikely,

miraculous,

fragile,

persistent,

re-generating,

finite,

wondrous, holy mix

of cells and breath and soul.

Yes,

For life

We give you thanks.

And we remember: [Read names]

We give you thanks

For these lives.

Yes - 

for these lives:

unique,

and common,

and individual,

and connected,

and ordinary

and rich,

and beautiful,

and flawed,

and graced,

and hard,

and blessed,

and holy,

and lived. 

Yes,

For these lives

We give you thanks. 

And we remember: [Read names]

We give you thanks

For these lives' legacies.

Yes - 

For these lives' legacies:

for tender moments shared,

and lifelong habits modelled;

for memories that raise a smile,

and conflicts that helped us grow;

for kindnesses that were offered,

and those that were received;

for the service that stands recognised,

and that which went unseen;

for Kingdom-values lived,

and for all the sins forgiven;

for scattered, holy seeds 

of faith and hope and love.

Yes,

For the legacy of these lives

We give you thanks.

And we remember: [Read names]

We give you thanks 

For love.

Yes -

We give you thanks

for the love that now seems ended,

and for the love that carries on;

for love that faltered and falters,

that tries and fails,

and fails and tries;

and for the love which is

patient and kind,

and self-effacing and generous,

and truthful and ever-hopeful,

and holy,

and eternal.

Yes,

For their love,

For our love,

For your love,

We give you thanks.

And we remember: [Read names]

And we give you thanks

that all these are held in your hands -

life, and these lives, and their legacies -

held in love,

held by you:

Alpha and Omega, beginning and end,

Our source and our completion,

The author and perfecter of our faith,

God who lived, and died, and rose again,

The Holy One. 

Yes,

We give you thanks

that we are all, 

all we are,

held in your hands,

held in love.

And we remember: [Read names]

Amen

Acknowledging Human Violence: A Good Friday Confession

On this day 

We are reminded

Of the violence that emerges

Even in the very closest of relationships -

Of brutal kisses.

On this day

We are reminded

Of the violence instigated, ordered, permitted,

By those given responsibility,

Abusing the power and authority 

Which they have been granted.

On this day

We are reminded 

Of the violence inherent

In standing by and saying nothing.

On this day

We see these violences

All around us

And within us. 

And we pray,

Lord, have mercy.