Our hearts are brittle, even as they stretch towards something we can't quite identify.
Our hearts may feel like a container made of stone.
But even in that container, we find a reserve of holy water, a bit of love to sustain us through this season.
The purple paraments remind us that we're not yet ready to set the altar for the long green season where everything grows in a boundless way.
But we see the shoots of a new growth.
We know that soon we'll be in a relentless battle against all the weeds that would strangle the work. Let us rest in this season a bit longer before we commit to resurrection.
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