Sunday, March 31, 2024

Easter joy

Easter Day

Sing to the Lord a new song;
sing God’s praise in the congregation of the faithful.
Psalm 149:1

Mary Magdalen at the Tomb
Daniel Bonnell 2023
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Easter joy
is the joy that comes in the morning
after a night of weeping
and speaks to the deepest grief

Easter joy
is at first unrecognizable
and then speaks our name
and we are saved

Easter joy
unsettles the very foundations of the universe
and renews creation

Easter joy
commands us to go
compels us to proclaim
its breathtaking goodness
with every Alleluia!

Saturday, March 30, 2024

The morning after

 Holy Saturday

Let my prayer enter into your presence;
incline your ear to my lamentation.
Psalm 88:2

the morning after comes
with the weight of death
the reality of grief
and shards of broken hope

the morning after
all has collapsed
into emptiness
to be filled
with lamentation

but not yet
now there is only silence
as time stops
and creation holds it breath

Friday, March 29, 2024


Good Friday

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
and are so far from the words of my distress
Psalm 22:1

The emptying has begun
of expectation
of certainty
of false hope

empty altar
empty cup and plate
holy things
of purpose

cruel wind
of compassion

a God
so far 
too far from the cry

blood and water
poured out
leaving a body
empty of life

Thursday, March 28, 2024


Maundy Thursday

I spread out my hands to you;
my soul gasps to you like a thirsty land.
Psalm 143:6

the next step
is irrevocable

the breath after that
a gasp
a choked cry
at the tenderness
displayed in the midst
of inevitable betrayal

the next heartbeat
pained by abandonment
and the fear
of all that comes


Wednesday, March 27, 2024

Gracious space

Wednesday in Holy Week
I would flee to a far-off place
and make my lodging in the wilderness
Psalm 55:8

The space around me is gracious
expanding into sacred time
which cannot be counted in minutes
hours or days

measured rather
by encounters

with faithful conversation
quiet confessions
the rhythm of worship
of preparation

I collect distractions
gather them up
then scatter them
set them aside

the final stretch of wilderness
a clearing
an emptying
making way

Tuesday, March 26, 2024


Tuesday in Holy Week

Depart from me all evildoers,
for the Lord has heard the sound of my weeping.
Psalm 6:8

My journey
approaches its end
from moment
to moment I step
from one terrain to another

The holy path
the ubiquitous
the oblivious

Each its own stream
my attention
my effort

I yearn to immerse myself
my thoughts
my focus
my aching soul
in the sacred 

where my weeping is heard
my tears kept and counted

Monday, March 25, 2024


Monday in Holy Week

Give me the joy of your saving help again
and sustain me with your bountiful spirit.
Psalm 51:13

the entry point
the gateway
the threshold I cross into this holy week
the beginning of the end

collapse of time
the weeks of striving
the path ahead
disintegrate into now

collapse of the limits of human experience
from greatest expectation
to ultimate pain and loss
utter destruction of hope

all of it
collapses into tangled chaos
that will somehow end up
at the foot of the cross
where all
all of it
all of me
can be redeemed