Love is strong as death...

I've been trying to find words to describe this Easter, but it's hard. Nothing I can think of writing would actually convey what it has felt like.

I could describe how we did things at church, the rough wood life-size Cross that Rhona had arranged to have set up in the triple chancel arch, the somehow heartbreaking foot-washing, and the aching wonder of Tenebrae, leading to the silence of Easter Saturday, and on to the glory of Sunday morning - but nothing would communicate the stillness inside the celebration, the adoration that wells up still.

"Love is strong as death..." (Canticles 8.6) and our Lord's love stronger by far.

Lord Jesus Christ, only Son of the Father,
Lord God, Lamb of God,
you take away the sin of the world:
have mercy on us;
you are seated at the right hand of the Father:
receive our prayer.

For you alone are the Holy One,
you alone are the Lord,
you alone are the Most High, Jesus Christ,
with the Holy Spirit,
in the glory of God the Father.

Amen.