The light has already cast itself into the dark corners
of this shameful story: a man who was despised
and fell towards death, only for his presence to remain.
Is it such a hard lesson to learn that it is over,
and two millennia past? And yet we mortify ourselves
with holy guilt when we could enjoy these spring days
bursting with the budding leaf, the floating blossom.
Is there really a need for this re-enactment of selfishness
and death? Are we such poor dumb souls that we observe
a Friday to remind us how it was? There is a presence
in our midst: the Eternal Christ who lives among us,
an incarnate being continually blessing us with love.
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 4:44 AM UTC
The light has already cast itself into the dark corners
of this shameful story: a man who was despised
and fell towards death, only for his presence to remain.
Is it such a hard lesson to learn that it is over,
and two millennia past? And yet we mortify ourselves
with holy guilt when we could enjoy these spring days
bursting with the budding leaf, the floating blossom.
Is there really a need for this re-enactment of selfishness
and death? Are we such poor dumb souls that we observe
a Friday to remind us how it was? There is a presence
in our midst: the Eternal Christ who lives among us,
an incarnate being continually blessing us with love.
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