Poem for Holy Week
STATIONS OF OUR
CROSSES
(Holy Week critique of peace)
1. Condemnation
Pilate's washed hands dry
the Autumn of
guilt in Spring//
pure finality
2. Assuming the cross
Shoulder pain
gladly\\
dare to season
salvation,
carry holiness
3. The first fall
In hours of doubt
immortal bones
kiss the earth:
time yields no
blessing.
4. Ave Mater
Mother, your
womb's proof
is socially
distanced hope//
sinners hibernate
5. Simon of Cyrene
Truly brotherhood
prevails beyond cheapened race
in consummate
grace
6. Veronica's
Cloth
An image transferred//
a visage saved
forever:
silent sorrow song
7. The second fall
Mea culpa, sage
must appease the
angry sky
that summer
condemns
8. Ladies of Jerusalem
No fine feathers
hear
their bodies in
agony//
the winter's
sorrow
9. The third fall
Amens of the end:
'Tis
springtime nowhere somewhere
no mind
comprehends
10. Humiliation of Robes and Roles
Hand-woven
textiles//
a summer of
discontent:
tears occupy dice
11. A nailing sacrament
Dread hammers and
spikes
sound mortals
forevermore,
consecrate limits
12. Death most royal
Crucified honor,
our rosy
crucifying//
sin of winter's
wages
13. Body and Soul
Let spring bring
comfort//
wisdom severely
needed,
blessed Easter
fruits
14. A tomb transcended
Flowers sing
sweetly,
praise love's pure
resurrection//
imagine our faces.
Jerry W. Ward, Jr. 3/30/2021 4:11:54 AM
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