—— Do you love me, Peter? Feed my lambs. do you love me, Peter? Lead my sheep. Do you love me, Peter? Feed my sheep. —– He lifted up his hands and the nail holes showed clear, the scars on his forehead from the scorn of thorns, and he blessed the denial and dread in… Continue reading Resurrection and Reconciliation
Month: April 2022
Fraught Fishing
Jesus is Resurrected and appears to the fishermen. ——– The net stretched deep into the lake, the stars glistened and somewhere an owl hooted, still they worked and searched, no fish came. —— The net still hung in the water, as it tinted pink with the waking world, a fire on the beach, nothing strange,… Continue reading Fraught Fishing
The Hiddenness of Christ
The Road to Emmaus —- Talking makes it real, words inadequately describing, while walking. No one would guess seeing the two, that one unseen, a companion who bent his head and heard, hidden for a moment to give space, hidden from their grief. —— The moment came and he shared their grief, a friend for… Continue reading The Hiddenness of Christ
Doubts and Fulfilment
Easter Monday Wandering the streets did little to calm, his mind’s wanting to smash each Pharisee, excepting Nic, —- to go up to the Roman Soldiers who divided his spoil, and tell them just who they had killed. Thomas, tears ever present in his eyes, found solace in the garden, and weeping he knelt in… Continue reading Doubts and Fulfilment
The Hidden Christ.
Easter Sunday He wound his hands around the tree and watched Mary come by, He saw the others and waited. His heart broke with the tears she shed, and he stepped forward to help. She sees a gardener and he his child, and says her name. Mair. —– As a child hears the love in… Continue reading The Hidden Christ.
The Waiting
Holy Saturday Hushed was the garden where he lay, birds silently watched and soft wings of many hued butterflies flit to and fro alight on the stone as if they could prise it open and find their Lord within. —– In Bethany tears flowed, work stopped, food untouched, and shocked bodies slumped,, and talking tried… Continue reading The Waiting
Public Humiliation of the Innocent.
Good Friday All through the night he was moved and tried, no one stood by him and not one dared stay, Peter denied knowing him and a cock crowed, people yelled, ‘Crucify!’ when Pilate was unsure. Washing his hands, wipes away innocent blood, scans the grown ugly mob and turns to Jesus, and hands the… Continue reading Public Humiliation of the Innocent.
Betrayal for Violence.
Holy Wednesday Grateful bastard, so well you know me , So you think you can flipping turn easily, my fell desires to yours and create freely another like you? Then think again my Lord, Think again. ——- You are so kind and you love the poor, you gave me the purse and I have made… Continue reading Betrayal for Violence.
The Kingdom in the Vineyard
Holy Tuesday The purple fruits hung in bulging clusters, their juice running down the sampler’s chin, Beautiful to see and wonderful to pick and mouthwatering, tartness and sweetness as the grapes burst, giving up their fruitfulness. — The vines, like people have roots deep down in the soil of their youth, but there are… Continue reading The Kingdom in the Vineyard
Coercion and Corruption
Holy Monday It was riddled with corruption and guilt, that temple in Jerusalem, No one could come and feel beloved excepting the moneyed leadership. —– The tables were out and wares bought, in that holy courtyard, In poverty they came where exploitation capitalised on the hungry poor. —– Pitiful returns on money exchanged, and the… Continue reading Coercion and Corruption