against the candles’ slow descent into hell
the howls of the starving
piercing the lonely sacred hearts
of Jesus and Mary
[they’re hanging in the sacristy now
since the renewal of the church
no one hears the cries
nor sees the pain].
along the trail of the fourteen stations
while Jesus is railroaded to the tomb
clutching a round-trip ticket.
in the moment of death
while Jesus walks up and down the aisles
checking the vigil lights
[one if by land
two if by sea
three if you see him come back
as you saw him go
trailing clouds of glory].
[And so ends Lent, Inc. A happy and blessed Easter to all. I will take a day or so off now. See you all soon.]
Saturday, April 3, 2010
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