We've washed, we've eaten.
Walking out into the darkness,
the Lord seeks our company
for a less gleeful sharing.
And so we seek him,
journeying from church to church,
faithful havens we often pass
in our hurried lives.
Each a modern Gethsemane
in a city honoring a saint
yet abounding in valleys
of gloom, despair, and tears.
No longer bread and wine,
now it is glorified flesh
and a cup of blood whose
fearfulness we can never know.
Spirits hover in darkened vaults
while cassocked seminarians,
and plainclothes religious,
and sacred laity pray together.
Lost in one way or another,
found here on their knees,
inclining toward a troubled light
still needed beyond the door.
Resonates with me. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteHappy Easter!