When I was younger
the distance between Good Friday
and the beginnings of Easter Sunday
was a secular three days -
Now it is a freaking Triduum.
Before I heard that
C.S. Lewis had four loves,
I practiced one.
It was sufficent.
I mean, who gives a damn
if my love is mostly like
this or that Greek idea,
so long as love has not died,
and is alive,
as Jesus is.
Triduum? It was longer than that;
longer than that.
The distance between Good Friday
and Easter Sunday
is the distance between an object of rejection,
lost,
and the subject of affection,
found,
the distance between death denied
and death whose power has been overcome;
the distance between a love gone missing,
and lover found.
I remember every love
not well, but still…
even at the end of days
my lovers are alive,
and work their will.
And Jesus, who loves you,
and even me,
has worked his will,
and death has no dominion.
This is wonderful! One to ponder and cherish. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThanks Mark.
ReplyDeleteYour thoughts about Windsor are interesting and thought provoking, but your poetry, Ah, that dazzles.
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