We set stones down at the Cruz de Fero. We spread ashes too. And, as prayers were being said, tears fell freely from our cheeks.
The ashes joined ashes I had previously spread. They joined ashes of countless others who did the same. We were alone and we were part of the community of the world. The breath of life brought us together in holy stillness and unity.
Did the weight of carrying stones and ashes end? Yes. Did the weight of our grief end? Maybe yes, maybe no. Grief doesn’t magically disappear, not suddenly, perhaps not ever. But maybe, with prayer, spreading the ashes at the foot of the cross might just allow us to leave those heart aches and burdens to the One who heals, the One who reconciles, the One who carries us when we feel most left behind.
And maybe the drops from our tears can bring flowers in the spring, so that they may bring life and color in the grayest of days. May we set those tears down with the ashes and know that from these comes new life, a new way of being.
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