• lenten journal: the women

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    On one of their early albums, Simon and Garfunkel sang “Silent Night” while a recording of the Seven O’Clock News played at the same time. (You can hear it here.) The song began playing in my head as I sat down to write, I think, because of the way my day went. My Holy Saturday was an active one, with little quiet. And so I wrote the following poem to this soundtrack. Click on this link and read on.

    The Women

    They didn’t know Sunday was coming
    in the way we take for granted
    the Cross is not final punctuation.

    What I know as expectancy they knew
    as uncertainty; what I know for sure
    they took on faith, as best they could.

    I wonder how late into the night the three
    women sat talking about whether or not
    to go to the tomb at sunrise.

    No matter how dark we make the room,
    we weren’t there. We were spared that pain
    and can only know their joy secondhand.

    Peace,
    Milton

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    One Response to lenten journal: the women

    1. April 4, 2010 at 7:42 pm

      What I know as expectancy they knew
      as uncertainty; what I know for sure
      they took on faith, as best they could.

      Your whole poem is absolutely right on. I can particularly relate with your second stanza.

      I wonder how we would deal with the uncertainty they had to go through for probably days before what had happened started to dawn on them…

      They may have understood when they saw the fruit of his death and resurrection in their own lives.

      Blessings.

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