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