The Triduum

To the People of God,

The Triduum is a significant part of Holy Week, beginning at sundown on Holy Thursday and concluding with the Easter Vigil on Holy Saturday. It is considered one continuous celebration that encompasses the Mass of the Lord's Supper, Good Friday, and the Easter Vigil, highlighting the unity of Christ's Paschal Mystery. This period is the most solemn part of the liturgical year, emphasizing the importance of the events leading to Easter Sunday. The Triduum is not just three separate liturgies; it is a profound experience of the Christian faith. For this week, I offer poetry, that may move you in your solitude as we approach the Triduum, from the following website: https://www.ignatianspirituality.com/triduumpoems/

Blessings,

Rev. Anne

Sunsong

(Gethsemane prayer, Holy Thursday)

sunlight pours upon the field in early autumn.

wheat grows thin,

nourishing the wind.

soft-spoken daffodils wait for the tide,

sheltered only by a song.

now shall my song be lifted.

poems of dawn

born on spirit’s breath

tremble in the darkness.

winter-cold night lies deep upon us.

petals torn,

my heart has been rent from me.

yet I will trust a little longer,

clinging to this song,

that you may have it,

and have it more abundantly.

I am yours

and I am theirs

and I am one

that all may be one

in the Father

who has sent me.

Father, let them know that you have sent me.

Frail; Fragile; Small (Good Friday)

frail; fragile; small;

and yet You love us all;

and in each crisis

creep

ever

closer

until our hearts reach

and each embrace the other.

I saw You cry my tears,

live my loss, my fears,

passion-again within for me,

with me, for love of me and mine,

(for they, first, are Thine).

And so, I hoist Your cross,

and stumble step by step,

knowing You have conquered death,

and I can help.

Let Me Be a Tiny Whispering Sound (Easter)

Let me be a tiny whispering sound

echoing, echoing round and round and round

proclaiming, proclaiming

“Christ our God lives!”

and loves and lives in our living,

is known by our loving,

as well as His own,

and known are we as His

when like Him we be,

and free, and filled, by our lives we

proclaim Him here,

and become but His heart,

ready to welcome the world

in His arms, enfolding all.

In the image of His light we are His light;

in the image of His love we are His love;

and so we have become like God,

a tiny whispering sound