Tag: Holy Week

  • Poetry: Holy Saturday

    Poetry: Holy Saturday

    TRIDUUM: HOLY SATURDAY Yes, there’s a day for longing, for lighting candles, looking out. The wind blows back against the creek, but the tide carries it out nonetheless. A spectral cloud lies low on the bay and billows fingers across the sky, Advancing on the unsuspecting land, visiting a chill on all who perceive. We […]

  • Absence Makes the Heart: A Jerusalem Reflection

    Absence Makes the Heart: A Jerusalem Reflection

    On Easter Sunday…some thoughts from my first visit to Jerusalem in 2011… I would say that the world is a hopeless place…except it’s not.  Somewhere around here – at the Garden Tomb, under a church – there’s an empty tomb to prove it.  It’s what we have to offer this place – emptiness. Absence. If […]

  • To Grope Tear-blinded in a Desert Place: Poetry for Holy Saturday

    To Grope Tear-blinded in a Desert Place: Poetry for Holy Saturday

    ‘If, as some have done, Ye grope tear-blinded in a desert place And touch but tombs,—look up! those tears will run Soon in long rivers down the lifted face, And leave the vision clear for stars and sun.’ —‘Tears,’ Elizabeth Barrett Browning

  • And yet…: Good Friday poetry

    And yet…: Good Friday poetry

    Yes, there’s a day for suffering, for marking love’s dark mien. Contorted faces bearing the cost of contingency and time. There’s no reason to the grief, there’s no cause for any tear. Even the call to Private Ryan–Earn this!– can’t elevate the squalor of our deaths. We all end in ridiculous deformations of our former […]

  • Attention was paid: The strange & sensual movement of Holy Week

    Attention was paid: The strange & sensual movement of Holy Week

    Last night they didn’t try to package Jesus into a digestible savior.  In the Good Friday service I attended, the space was prepared.  Attention was paid.  The movements were purposeful.  Light and darkness played across the sanctuary.  There was little attempt at explanation and what there was was superfluous.  The story was told well.  Music […]