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Lawrence Hall [email protected] Dispatches for the Colonial Office Will We Be…Okay? After a few Fridays through the Stations of the Cross I begin to misnumber the Sundays in Lent Is this the fourth? Or the fifth? Will we be…okay? This is a season for slipping outside of time And letting the Pater Nosters and Aves flow Through the unaccustomed darkness and silence Anticipating the Triduum of death – Resurrection seems impossible just now We make a muddle of Lent and Holy Week Because we’ve made a muddle of our lives Will we be…okay?
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Apr 6, 2025
Apr 6, 2025 at 9:02 AM UTC
Will We Be...Okay?
Lawrence Hall [email protected] Dispatches for the Colonial Office Will We Be…Okay? After a few Fridays through the Stations of the Cross I begin to misnumber the Sundays in Lent Is this the fourth? Or the fifth? Will we be…okay? This is a season for slipping outside of time And letting the Pater Nosters and Aves flow Through the unaccustomed darkness and silence Anticipating the Triduum of death – Resurrection seems impossible just now We make a muddle of Lent and Holy Week Because we’ve made a muddle of our lives Will we be…okay?
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Apr 6, 2025
Apr 6, 2025 at 9:02 AM UTC
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