CONTRASTS in Now, Then and Forever
Within seven days…
you have a penchant for
saying so much with so little, the
Strunk and White of Elemental Spirit,
You teach brevity and
economy of expression.
In seven days You
call forth a world.
You consider unacceptable things in seven.
In seven days, Holy Week,
we observe in efficient measures
the contrasts of our humanness.
Triumphal Entry where all sayers are, “Yes!”
set against the solitary question,
“REALLY? Not even one hour can you be awake with me?”
On the heels of that incredible invitation you offered Lazarus to, “Rise Up!”
the welcome was astonishing… a crowd curious for another miracle and
all palm leaves and accolades.
Who knew the thrum of the throng would
quickly be followed by so quiet a party?
One loyal soul willing to help you haul
that craggy cross – and two felons. Even with
them only one followed you into a safer haven.
(We cannot forget the hopeful, weeping women.)
Grief and grace stand
side by side in this eight-day “Holy Week.”
On Friday we have lost You and
Sunday, You are ours, again.
Ours, then, now and forever.
The contrasts spill into this day.
In little, or in liturgy…
In ritual, or in resistance…
While I may forget to Name You, then, now and
forever, You lovingly name me.
©mary anne radmacher 2011