Why?

The WORD is a corpse.
The LIVING WATER is a dead man.
YHWH, WHY?
Cruel Cross
Held high and holy.

Why Lord, did HE Die?

Love was flogged, bloodied and nailed.
Brow pierced, knees skinned …. and
elbows:
Heart Broken by betrayal.

A poisoned sponge. A proffered sip.
The painful sagging. The permanent
sleep.

Where were YOU, GOD
Why forsake HIM?
Wasn’t He your CHRISTLY son?
He came to you heavy burdened.
You left him there alone.

~ ~ ~

The tomb was empty.
Mary fled, frantic to find His friends.

Along the road in hidden hearts
Death did not prevail.
Healing stumbled from despair.

They knew HIM. The LAMB sacrificed
to GOD.
The blood thirsty I AM,
Satisfied at last
With the last sweet breath of
LOVE INCARNATE.

LIGHT and WORD heal us.
We walk toward your COMPASSION,
Stunned by your PASSION.

-- Lucretia Ganley
   North Palm Beach, Fla.

Wondering

As I shuffle through
the house
What are “Liturgies”
What do they mean
Why grasped at
Why the need

-- William J. McMahon
   Cayuga, N.Y.
 

Jonah Thinks Things Over

If I had a choice I would wish
for a ride more commodious
and much less odious
than the belly of a fish!

However, I have to admit
when this “ship” showed up from the pit
just as the waters closed in
to drown me and my sin,

I didn’t stop for a minute
to check how much room was in it.

-- Sr. Irene Zimmerman, OSF
   Baileys Harbor, Wis.