Holy Saturday

Limbo

The ancient greyness shiftedIMG_0601
Suddenly and thinned
Like mist upon the moors
Before a wind.
An old, old prophet lifted
A shining face and said:
“He will be coming soon.
The Son of God is dead;
He died this afternoon.”

A murmurous excitement stirred all souls.
they wondered if they dreamed-
Save one old man who seemed
Not even to have heard.

And Moses standing,
Hushed them all to ask
If any had a welcome song prepared.
If not, would David take the task?
And if they cared
Could not the three young children sing
The Benedicite, the canticle of praise
They made when God kept them from perishing
In the fiery blaze?

A breath of spring surprised them,
Stilling Moses’ words.
No one could speak, remembering
The first fresh flowers,
The little singing birds.
Still others thought of fields new ploughed

Or apple trees
All blossom-boughed.
Or some, the way a dried bed fills
With water
Laughing down green hills.
The fisherfolk dreamed of the foam
On bright blue seas.
The one old man who had not stirred
Remembered home.

And there He was
Splendid as the morning sun and fair
As only God is fair.
And they, confused with joy,
Knelt to adore
Seeing that He wore
Five crimson stars
He never had before.

No canticle at all was sung.
None toned a psalm, or raising a greeting song,
A silent man alone
Of all that throng
Found tongue-
Not any other.
Close to His heart
When embrace was done,
Old Joseph said,
“How is your Mother,
How is your Mother, Son?”

-Sister Mary Ada
The Reign Of Mary -Vol. XXV, No 76

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Good Friday

IMG_0883Golgotha. Rock, or Place, of the Skull.

Skull because it might have been a site of public execution, thus, skulls and bones strewn about the area.

Skull because a cemetery may have stood nearby. We know that they took Him to the tomb of Joseph of Arimathea, only a short distance away.

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There may have been other tombs in proximity.

Skull because the contours of the rocky hill itself may have resembled a skull.

Skull because Jews of the time held to a tradition that it was the ultimate burial place of the skull of Adam.

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In all cases, the evocation is death. Not, the immediate gore and blood of the moment of the death, the final gasp or last struggle. But rather, what remains to posterity once the vultures have cleaned all the carrion, and the sun has dried away all else that remains, leaving nothing but dusty rocks studded with bones, soon to dust themselves.

Death, the eternal moment. The forever, a sun-baked, air-soaked dust cloud of nothing.

At least, until this Man named Jesus.