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
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