Anger, tears and resurrection.
That’s what it is all about.
Anything less is a cover up,
and cheapens death in its sentimentality.

For most of us, Wine Before Breakfast was a coming home.
But this was always “a sort of homecoming,”
a homecoming on the way,
never a settled and comfortable spirituality.

Rather than denying the darkness,
or averting our gaze from the dark,
we have embraced sorrow through lament,
while we adjust our vision to see in the dark.