Great and Holy Week (A Poem)

Great and Holy Week

Let us be holy fools;
partaking in the folly of grace
given to us by the Great Fool Himself.

Not counting equality with the Almighty
………….something to be grasped
He makes Himself nothing,
puts on His Sunday best,
becomes a man.

Hear our ridicule and laughter:
………….Hosannah,
………….Hosannah!
………….Crucify Him,
………….Crucify Him!
We betray, we deny, we mock Him,
We nail Him to a tree.
Then hide ourselves away
………….in the upper room
as He lays dead
………….in the ground.

But on the appointed day,
that blessed dawn,
when the sun paints the sky
with brush strokes of scarlet,
clothed in morning radiance
………….that Great Fool rises.
And He find us in our hiding places,
the nooks and crannies we burrow in,
chained to the wall of the cave screaming:
………….We are wise
………….We are wise
………….All there is and ever was
………….Shadows!
and drags us with His wounded hand
………….into the sun.

640px-Meister_der_Schule_von_Nowgorod_002(Icon of the CrucifixionNovgorod School, c. 1360)


If you’re curious about some of the stuff in this poem check out the commentary.

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Great and Holy Week (A Poem)

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