Category Archives: Holy Week 2024

Easter Sunday Sonnetwith love to Molly Skaggs They woke to sorrow, what had to be done.They woke to disappointing dawn. The raysOf morning couldn’t catch their eyes.  The sunWas stretching out its arms in daily praise,And just about to paint the heavens pink.But grief drags feet and eyes to ground; they trudged.They didn’t know what’sContinueContinue reading “Easter Sunday Sonnet”

Your loved ones had to spy to see your tombAnd that you had one at all was rather rareA deft and bold request by one of whomYou had but recently become aware,A favor redeemed for your honor’s sake.He carried you from carrion. He savedYour body from a fetid crow’s feast stake.That you might rest inContinueContinue reading “Holy Saturday Sonnet”

Not many anymore have had to liftA body, for today this rite residesIn protocols of people working shifts.When loved ones die, we call, and stand aside,To let the staff perform their task alone,In head and heart, our weight is real and hard.We feel the weight but not in limb and bone;And so our own impendingContinueContinue reading “Good Friday Sonnet”

The supper done, now the Familiar Place.You loved them to the end, and this is it:A crushing grove, a mount of oil and grace.Your prayer, The Prayer, anguished, soaked exquisite If I could stay awake, I’d pray your wordsAnd mean them. And if I could sweat my bloodTo pores my “Abba” might sound less absurd.But thoseContinueContinue reading “Maundy Thursday Sonnet”

A Needful Extravagance by Jan Richardson Wednesday of Holy Week Sonnet But they did not understand what he meant.They were afraid to ask him about it.But She had eyes to see where all this wentAnd eyes to see the meaning so unlitTo men who tried their best but couldn’t see.She broke the jar and pouredContinueContinue reading “Wednesday of Holy Week Sonnet”

Red Parable – Hans Hoffman – 1964 Tuesday of Holy Week Sonnetan Ode to ParablesTo find a weed that truly is a flower,To draw a circle as any other square,Of sons and fathers, farmers, pigs and towers;The sheep and maidens, millstones You saw thereYou made a lasting tome, so brief as toBeguile that word, andContinueContinue reading “Tuesday of Holy Week Sonnet”

Monday of Holy Week Sonnetwith love to Rich Mullins When you were twelve they marveled at you, Lord;At how a boy so young could know the thingsYou knew. And when they streamed together towardYou preaching on the mount, you gave a stringOf pearls that many heard and thusly provedThey were not swine but humans whoContinueContinue reading “Monday of Holy Week Sonnet”

The lengths to which the Lord will go to showUs who he is astound us every year.He takes on symbols those who see might know,If they have eyes to see and ears to hear.If they had heard the prophets, and they had,They’d see what he was doing, and they did,And yet somehow they missed him,ContinueContinue reading “Palm Sunday Sonnet”