Holy Thursday
Quiet frost hangs from frigid night
spring tulips stand in defiance.
The beginning of the Triduum
in the path of history as
Easter is told.
Triduum
Holy Week
Gray-streaked morning
pushing up a coral-rising dawn.
Our week of the holiest of holies
as the promise of mankind
now returns to renew the mystery.
Humanity looks to renewed hope.
the dawn of holy week peeks just above
the existence of creation.
Now two thousand years ago,
It has brought forward another Triduum.
CMM 2019
Good Friday
When the wind crossed over time
and the wood left stains behind
rumbling into all tomorrows
paradox of man and divine
© CMM 2015
In the Sand
(Easter Triduum starts tomorrow April 17-20 for Christians)
I often wonder what he wrote the day he came upon
the stoning of the woman, the men that said she wronged…
He came up quietly and without pause, looked and said aloud,
“Any man without sin cast and cast it now.”
He then knelt a humble stance, and reached among the sand
with his finger began to write something with his hand.
He wrote until the he looked back up to see who was left to throw,
not one man had tarried there; they all had chosen to go.
He stood from where he had knelt and wrote upon the sand,
and the woman remained, to listen to this man.
The man that said, “Go sin no more” freedom now was hers.
I wonder what he wrote that day he knelt among the scores.
Was it their sins he knew so well and they in spirit heard,
and dropping all the stones they had, they left without a word?
© 2004
Christine McNeill-Matteson
Eagle and Child Inkling 