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good friday
March 30, 2018, 2:24 pm
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Good Friday afternoon

the sky weeps

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holy saturday
April 15, 2017, 1:41 pm
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Cart – Puebla de Sanabria

Behind the monastery, down by the road,

there is a cemetery of worn out things

there lie smashed china, rusty metal,

cracked pipes and twisted bits of wire,

empty cigarette packets, sawdust,

corrugated iron, old plastic, tyres beyond repair:

all waiting for the Resurrection, like ourselves.

– Ernesto Cardenal



Good Friday
April 14, 2017, 11:35 am
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Crucifix from Monserrat

“Let us nail ourselves to him, resisting the temptation to stand apart, or to join others in mocking him.”

– Pope Benedict



… maundy thursday …
April 13, 2017, 5:08 pm
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Love bade me welcome. Yet my soul drew back
                              Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack
                             From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning,
                             If I lacked any thing.
A guest, I answered, worthy to be here:
                             Love said, You shall be he.
I the unkind, ungrateful? Ah my dear,
                             I cannot look on thee.
Love took my hand, and smiling did reply,
                             Who made the eyes but I?
Truth Lord, but I have marred them: let my shame
                             Go where it doth deserve.
And know you not, says Love, who bore the blame?
                             My dear, then I will serve.
You must sit down, says Love, and taste my meat:
                             So I did sit and eat.
– George Herbert


.. holy week ..
April 12, 2017, 7:43 pm
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a day for Roy Fisher’s poetry today

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“In this city the governing authority is limited and mean: so limited
that it can do no more than preserve a superficial order. It supplies
fuel, water and power. It removes a fair proportion of the refuse,
cleans the streets after a fashion, and discourages fighting. With
these things, and a few more of the same sort, it is content. This
could never be a capital city for all its size. There is no mind in it, no
regard. The sensitive, the tasteful, the fashionable, the intolerant
and powerful, have not moved through it as they have moved
through London, evaluating it, altering it deliberately, setting in
motion wars of feeling about it. Most of it has never been seen.”



… Holy Week … .
April 11, 2017, 5:21 pm
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this morning they were queuing up to get into St Bede’s for Mass

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In amongst all the pain and joy of Holy Week I am reflecting on the union and unity of it all.

Reading Seamus Heaney

So hope for a great sea-change

On the far side of revenge.

Believe that a farther shore

Is reachable from here.

Believe in miracles

And cures and healing wells.

 

 

Suspect too much sweet talk

But never close your mind.



… holy week …
April 10, 2017, 9:22 pm
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this evening reading Geoffrey Hill:

So, the fifth day, I turned again
To flesh and blood and the blood’s pain.