Paschal Triduum: A Personal Journey
Good Friday
Keeping Silent
(A Song of Mark)
(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 –
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
When an empty tomb offers no consolation
In our grief, we finally honor his admonition,
“Tell no one.”
We keep silent.
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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