Holy Day

I gospel myself out the door, toddler in tow, schedule awry, trusting the carboot to have what I need, trusting the grace that orchestrates the day while, afluster, I stride across traffic lights in petroleum-fueled step, eager to evade the Good Friday appeal because, this day as per others, I’ve no change to spare. IContinue reading “Holy Day”

Good Friday

Lent ends with a mirror: I am the mocker, the spitter, the thief. Like a child resenting their small role in the pageant, I greet grace with a petulant, What about me? This is me. My role is the soldier with the reed and the crown, the voice crying, Crucify! and, Messiah, come down. I’mContinue reading “Good Friday”

Lent 45: Good Friday

They took him down to Golgotha, to Golgotha, the place of skulls; they set him in between two thieves and hurled disease on him.   They struck his face and speared his side at Golgotha, at Golgotha; they called him king and laughed at him and cursed him on the tree.   The earth, it shookContinue reading “Lent 45: Good Friday”

The Slowing Year (For John Keble)

My year-long poetry project, “The Swelling Year”, is drawing to a close and will finish shortly after the Easter period ends. Today’s poem signals something of a milestone in the project: the last of the “feast days” for significant Christians remembered in the Anglican calendar. Somewhat appropriately, this poem remembers John Keble, a man whoseContinue reading “The Slowing Year (For John Keble)”

The Soul’s Travail (Good Friday)

After he has suffered, he will see the light of life and be satisfied; by his knowledge my righteous servant will justify many, and he will bear their iniquities. (Isaiah 53:11)   High and lifted up Astonishing the faithless many Kings with mouths agape yet shut And hearts with closed fists   Lifted high aboveContinue reading “The Soul’s Travail (Good Friday)”