Monday, April 10, 2006





















Suddenly it is Easter Week
and it is upon me unawares.

I need to put the cue back on the rack
and consider my position.


It was Palm Sunday today.
Was in Church with the Palms today.
One, a small one, was given as a free gift.
My own open - upwards.

My song is love unknown
my saviour's love for me
love to the loveless shown
that they may lovely be


Still
I was still
babies cried
the 50 strong choir sang
it was loud
I was quiet
emotions trickled quicker
Out of control
Not requested
My interior started to soak in
like a thirsty sponge.

O, who am I
that for my sake
my Lord should take
frail flesh, and die.


The Passion was read
was acted out
the music washed over me
the words washed over me
silence washed
stillness washed me
into inarticulateness
a blur of emotions
all interior
then both eyes leaked
not only the one with the blocked tear duct
the phone is off the hook.

But O, my friend
my friend indeed,
who at my need
his life did spend

I go into myself
I am alone amongst many
quiet

I think of Nat
two years Easter Sunday
fatal overdose
21
a beautiful human person.
I mind slip to another community
I once led
a murder this week
and others I know
humans still alive
but not living.

A murderer they save
The Prince of Life they slay

I will read Mark this week
it will take me close to the action
quick

I want to walk the walk this week
from Palms to more than a small palm fashioned cross.

When I surveyed the wondrous cross
on which the Prince of glory died
my richest gain I count but loss
and pour contempt on all my pride




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