Thursday, July 27, 2006

Holy Hour

He comes to me as bread
As a lamb, the one who knit the stars and time
In silent wonder

What is power?

What is easier?
To lash at the one who strikes you down
To hold in contempt the one who does you violence
To bring the fullness of justice to bear upon them
To wash their feet
To kiss away the pain that sin has wrought
To forgive them, even as the burning of the whip still steals through your veins?

Let us see thunder! Let us see you come to defend us!
Do you not see the evil? When will you come and make it all right?

...and you come
As a whisper you come
and smile upon us, wrapped in our fury.

There you bind our self-inflicted wounds
and with a gentleness beyond a mother's touch
you cradle us in your hands of mercy
and teach us what it is to love.

"This is how you will conquer the world" you say
"For I am Love, and none have conquered me"

...and I am overcome

Lord, have mercy.
Christ, have mercy.
Lord, have mercy.