A most strange day yesterday... a time to weep; a time when tears suddenly started flowing down my face. Why? They flowed not in response to any event or words but, perhaps. to an aching heart... a gripping of the very core of my body. Was it anticipating next week? The holiest time of my Christian faith? Was it remembering Ecclesiastes 3:4 “A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance”?
ahead
the holiest of weeks
the triduum
dreaded
yes
that’s the word
dreaded
it sits lonesome
bitter in my mouth
what did we eat
the night before
you died?
our last supper
i am sorry
but that next day
cannot be a
good day
a good friday
the day I helped
you climb your cross
watched you
die
cancer-crucified
i took you down
wrenched out
spikes
no longer
binding
your beloved body
you
washed and anointed
now
i sit with the marys
and joanna
and wait
and wait
hoping
praying
for an
easter
morn.
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