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In the deep silence of Maundy Thursday, we do such simple things: gather together to share a meal, tell ancient stories, break bread and pour wine, wash weary feet…and begin a vigil that will lead us through the terror and desolation of Good Friday, to the triumph and joy of the Resurrection.

EUCHARIST
Harsh, knocking, pounding words:
TAKE  and  BREAK –
Wounding and healing heart and mind
to touch the point of LOVE.

Meet smooth, soft counterpoint:
BLESS  and  GIVE –
From a womb of terror
Birthing eas`ed pain, and  LIFE.

Harsh – soft – the rhythm roams Creation:
TAKE  and  BLESS
BREAK  and  GIVE
A symphony that sings of LOVE.

SC+ 1991

In 1982, when I wrote this poem, I was a member of a religious order, and it was our custom to have the sister presiding at the offices give a meditation for the community. Although the time of some of the commemorations was slightly different then, it still seems to fit….even from the silence and solitude of the hermitage.   SC+

LORD,  IT  IS  WELL  THAT  WE  ARE  HERE
A Week  of  Light  to  Ashes

And Peter said to Jesus:  “Lord, it is well that we are here.”
We’ll build three booths:  for Prophet, Law, and King —
to house the glory of the mountaintop
For human eyes dare not gaze upon this great illumining…
The cloud descends, and Voice commands:
“This is my well-beloved Son.”

Then Polycarp did have his turn:  “Lord, it is well that we are here.”
Four-score-and six you’ve led me well; I’ll not deny you now.
We’ve journeyed long and far and hard
to meet this day at Caesar’s call:
Now joyous flames will consecrate the love that asks not gain.

And Sisters said to Jesus:  “Lord, it is well that we are here.”
O day of ash and penitence! Your awesome weight surrounds;
The desert calls:  We turn again in silent prayer
To offer heart and soul and limb to join the sacrifice of God.

Then Matthias said to Jesus:  “Lord, it is well that we are here.”
I followed you through hill and vale; I listened at your feet.
I did not know you knew me, Lord, but now your call comes clear:
You’ve chosen me to fill the gap; and I say “yes” — in fear.

George Herbert ends the week:  “Lord, it is well that we are here.”
Priest and poet I did not seek, but a Country Parson feeding sheep.
Yet you have called me Lord, of your great Love, to enter in
and taste of thy sweet meat:
“So I did sit and eat.”

LORD, IT IS WELL THAT WE ARE HERE.
24  February 1982

A Christmas Grace

O most high, gracious God, we give thanks this day for the birth of your Son, our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ:

       Born in a poor stable, He brought us the riches of Heaven;  

       Born in loneliness and rejection, He brought us into His own Holy Family.

       Born in the darkness of a winter night, He brought us the Light that conquers all despair;

Pour out your blessing, O Lord, upon these fruits from your creation, given to nourish our bodies, as we remember those who are hungry, or in any need or trouble;

Pour out your blessing, O Lord, upon our friends and families, gathered, and distant, as we remember the stranger, and all those who are alone, or frightened, or grieving;

Pour out your blessing, O Lord, upon our hearts, and souls, and minds, that we may become bearers of Your Light into this world of darkness, this world You love eternally.

All this we ask in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, world without end, unto ages of ages. Amen.

 SC+, 2009

  

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Eons ago, when scarce I knew the lode was true,
I chipped away with pen and ink,
Following ancient lore that gold lay
Deep within the canyons of my soul.

Midst darkest tunnels discovering
New maps, a compass, chant, and breath,
Bringing shining hope of truth
Breathed fresh from alien lands.

The Lode was deep and wide and true;
Bearing jewels of peace, and faith, and love.
Delving deep, I sank within, and
Slowly, in dark gold, the silence fell.
    
Long days now, the tools sit idle,
Hid ’neath a cloak of silence.
Weighing their heft and form, I
Fumble to find an edge, and cut a word.

For miner’s heart still stirs,
And even Silence sings,
But in the Lode, All is One,
And mere letters flee from WORD.

                       DeepLight Anchorhold
                       6th February 2005
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