Lent: Humility 3

The serpent bites deep;
venom lurks where least expected.
The heart has chasms, labyrinths, unknown even to itself.
What way out have we but to weep?

Deceitful beyond all things,
the heart’s lie is more twisted than you ever thought.
Good intentions pave Destruction’s road;
who will rid me of this body of death?

Follow the trail of tears;
enter the wilderness where, sweating blood, He kneels.
Kneel too beside Him, where spirit wills but flesh resists.
Word-made-flesh, His flesh transfigures humbled dust.

Lent 42: Tuesday of Holy Week

Detail from Giovanni di Paolo, "Christ in the Garden of Gethsemane", Wikimedia Commons
Detail from Giovanni di Paolo, “Christ in the Garden of Gethsemane”, Wikimedia Commons

 

Yet dust we are we cannot stay

awake and pray (the flesh is weak)

and dust we are we walk away

and hide ourselves in dull deceit.

 

And dust He is yet more than dust

transfigured with the Father’s grief;

our dust He takes up to the Cross

and dies beside a thief.

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Detail from "The Garden of Gethsemane" by Thomas Kelly http://thecatholiccatalogue.com/feast-of-st-james/
Detail from “The Garden of Gethsemane” by Thomas Kelly
http://thecatholiccatalogue.com/feast-of-st-james/

First the garden.

And this first betrayal:

friends asleep

when most needed; then –

another

in the wings, a kiss

at the ready;             a sword,

the sternness of armies

come to slay a spotless lamb.

 

O Christ –

I have not even a sword;

only betrayers’ kisses

heaped with pride.

Why must You bleed, even now?

When legions of angels could

take You away?

Why must You take the kiss of death

as we betray our Lamb?