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The Hiddenness of Christ
The Road to Emmaus —- Talking makes it real, words inadequately describing, while walking. No one would guess seeing the two, that one unseen, a companion who bent his head and heard, hidden for a moment to give space, hidden from their grief. —— The moment came and he shared their grief, a friend for…
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Doubts and Fulfilment
Easter Monday Wandering the streets did little to calm, his mind’s wanting to smash each Pharisee, excepting Nic, —- to go up to the Roman Soldiers who divided his spoil, and tell them just who they had killed. Thomas, tears ever present in his eyes, found solace in the garden, and weeping he knelt in…
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The Hidden Christ.
Easter Sunday He wound his hands around the tree and watched Mary come by, He saw the others and waited. His heart broke with the tears she shed, and he stepped forward to help. She sees a gardener and he his child, and says her name. Mair. —– As a child hears the love in…
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The Waiting
Holy Saturday Hushed was the garden where he lay, birds silently watched and soft wings of many hued butterflies flit to and fro alight on the stone as if they could prise it open and find their Lord within. —– In Bethany tears flowed, work stopped, food untouched, and shocked bodies slumped,, and talking tried…
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Public Humiliation of the Innocent.
Good Friday All through the night he was moved and tried, no one stood by him and not one dared stay, Peter denied knowing him and a cock crowed, people yelled, ‘Crucify!’ when Pilate was unsure. Washing his hands, wipes away innocent blood, scans the grown ugly mob and turns to Jesus, and hands the…
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Betrayal for Violence.
Holy Wednesday Grateful bastard, so well you know me , So you think you can flipping turn easily, my fell desires to yours and create freely another like you? Then think again my Lord, Think again. ——- You are so kind and you love the poor, you gave me the purse and I have made…
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The Kingdom in the Vineyard
Holy Tuesday The purple fruits hung in bulging clusters, their juice running down the sampler’s chin, Beautiful to see and wonderful to pick and mouthwatering, tartness and sweetness as the grapes burst, giving up their fruitfulness. — The vines, like people have roots deep down in the soil of their youth, but there are…
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Coercion and Corruption
Holy Monday It was riddled with corruption and guilt, that temple in Jerusalem, No one could come and feel beloved excepting the moneyed leadership. —– The tables were out and wares bought, in that holy courtyard, In poverty they came where exploitation capitalised on the hungry poor. —– Pitiful returns on money exchanged, and the…
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Palms or Arms
He boldly went on a bewildered donkey, batting the flies as they settled to feed on both their faces. The long ears of the ass twitching and both hearts fast beating as the crowds around cried,”Hosanna!” — The strewed garments grimy and torn by flocks of people waving branches, claiming the humble man as their…
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Prayer on the Front Line.
I pray for Ukraine, that each blade of grass, flowers, bees and beetles, birds and butterflies . —- I pray for their protection against the avalanche of violence and vile destruction. —– I pray for each small child, girl or boy, their school, hospital, park and their climbing tree. ——- I pray for their safety,…
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