The evening song rises,
wavering upward with the incense.
Voices sound out like trumpets,
break open in beauty like daffodils,
proclaiming before the great suffering begins:
“It is for love! It is for love!
This great folly is for love!”
And then, the garden,
agony
alone.
Jesus, your prayer rises like a whisp of smoke,
like a candle extinguished…
leaving only a sad grey trail
curling heavenward in the darkness.
The tabernacle sits empty,
like a heart broken open
and found abandoned.
Love—
life—
lost.
We stay,
mourning you with our songs,
eyes open and aching,
empty of tears,
waiting.
Powerfully beautiful!
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Thank you, Nico!
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Very touching. 💞
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Thank you Janet! Praying lots for Auntie Pat this Easter triduum…
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