TRIDUUM – Chris McDonnell
Triduum
‘and high among the stars sweeps
the white cloud of the Easter visitor’
I– Thursday
Stripped to bare stone
this empty place
gathered the words of early evening.
There
we took the food
we have no right
to take
for hunger hurts.
Small hand-held fires
lit darkness
till our arrival
where we sang simple woven words
to long fingered strings.
Left in silence
left
II – Friday
Now the word
is gone
Now the time
is over
Now the pain
is come
Now the hope
is lost
Now the tree
is bare
Now the lamb
Is dumb
Now the dark
is here
III – Saturday
With the setting of the sun
search the heavens and the earth
seek in these evening hours
the stillness and wonder of Dawn
when this darkness, drifting
through these empty hours,
breaks
and light of cockcrow
turns the shadow of this empty lodging
gaze in wonder at the heavens
and touch this turning
IV – Sunday
Then speak the Word.