Saturday, April 19, 2014

Holy Saturday (The Welcoming)


Paschal Triduum: A Personal Journey

Holy Saturday (Interlude)

 

The Welcoming

God is like a welcoming mother
     Holding creation close.
God is like a welcoming mother
     Holding creation close.

Am I too old to come back?
Could I retrace those steps?

God is like a welcoming mother
     Holding creation close.

Am I too old to come back?
She hears the question
Because God is more than a welcoming mother.

Is it too late?
She hears the question
Because God is more than a welcoming mother.

God is a vibrant woman
     Ready to return.
She hears the question
Because God is a vibrant woman
     Ready to return.

In the silence of our despair
As we question the world around us
God is like a vibrant woman
     Ready to return.

She bends down like a welcoming mother
     Holding creation close.
She moves like a vibrant woman
     Ready to return.

                                                     ~ CK

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"…how often I have longed to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings…"
                                                                                                                              (Matthew 23:37)

"Can a mother forget the baby at her breast and have no compassion on the child she has borne? Though she may forget, I will not forget you!" (Isaiah 49:15)

"But I have calmed and quieted my soul, like a weaned child with its mother." (Psalm 132:2)

"When Israel was a child, I loved him... I was to them like those who lift infants to their cheeks, I bent down to them and fed them... How can I give you up, Ephraim?  How can I hand you over, O Israel? .... my compassion grows warm and tender." (Hosea 11:1,4,8)

"For wisdom is more mobile than any motion; because of her pureness she pervades and penetrates all things. She is a breath of the power of God, and a pure emanation of the glory of the Almighty."
                                                                                                                                  (Wisdom 7:24)

 "Lo, the winter is past,
The rain is over and gone.
The flowers appear on the earth;
The time of singing has come."
(Song of Solomon 2:11,12)


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Photo: A view from Chung Shan (Middle Mountain) near Guangzhou, China (formerly known as Canton)
Credit: Charles Kinnaird


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Friday, April 18, 2014

Good Friday (Keeping Silent)

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Paschal Triduum: A Personal Journey

Good Friday



Keeping Silent
(A Song of Mark)

Now we remember.
He told us to say nothing
But how could we keep quiet?

“Tell no one.”
But we blurted it out
In our ignorance.

Our demons shouted
And he ordered silence
But our silence could not be kept.

Now as the darkness creeps in
And hope is taken
Like a poor migrant
Bound on an outward caravan,
No one can speak
No song can be heard
None dare say what we thought we knew.

The time for singing has passed;
Gone are the days of glad shouts
And hopeful chatter.

We, once lively pilgrims – all of us –
Turn each to our own indefinite way
Where no one gives voice to what was heard,
No one tells of what was seen.
When an empty tomb offers no consolation
In our grief, we finally honor his admonition,
“Tell no one.” 

We keep silent.

                                                                                                              ~ CK

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“Trembling and bewildered, the women went out and fled from the tomb. They said nothing to anyone, because they were afraid.” (Mark 16:8)
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Photo: "Dead Tree and Pacific"
Credit: Brocken Inaglory
Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons


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Thursday, April 17, 2014

Holy Thursday (Everything Ends this Night)

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Paschal Triduum: A Personal Journey

Holy Thursday

 


Everything Ends this Night

We walked the green hills of Bethsaida
And sailed the waters of Galilee.
On the dusty roads of Samaria
We saw hope dawn in the hearts of our daughters.

In villages temporarily calmed by Roman peace
And guided by Greek insight
A rabbi unfolded scenes of a father’s love.

We saw before us
A living litany
Of new life
When lame limbs walked
Fevered brows cooled
Deaf ears heard
And eyes saw for the first time.

Our eyes saw for the first time
Our limbs moved with grace
Our fevered minds became lucid
And music filled our ears.

But everything ends this night.

The altar is laid bare.
Joy becomes sorrow
Hope withers before the emperor’s army.
Peace fades in the wake of ecclesiastical edict.
The last light goes out.

It's all over now.
Everything ends this night.

                                                 ~ CK


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"In that hour Jesus said to the crowd, “Am I leading a rebellion, that you have come out with swords and clubs to capture me? Every day I sat in the temple courts teaching, and you did not arrest me”… Then all the disciples deserted him and fled." (Matthew 26: 55, 56)

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Photo: Church altar stripped for Maundy Thursday
           St. Paul's, Bow Common


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