Holy Week / Holy Protest of Silence
This past week at the Festival of Faith and Writing, I picked up a book of poetry that is exploding my brain in all the best ways. Scott Cairns has taken the writings of the mystics and reworked them into a book of gorgeous poems called .
The past two months have been ruthless on my time and my energy and I feel all used up. I need some time to read and learn and be quiet for a bit. So I’m not going to be blogging this week. I’m going to rest in holy protest to this busy life! And I should (hopefully) be back next week, refreshed and with an Easter sort of energy. Sound good?
Until then, here are a some lines from from one of Scott Cairns’ poems in that collection. I’m chewing on these words this week.
From “The Living Bread”
His holy body wholly mixed
with these our bodies, and His pure
blood poured generously out
to fill our veins…
…All of Him
is mixed with all of us–
And this is later in the poem:
And Death—the insatiable lion
who consumed us all—by You alone
its appetite was sated, by You alone
its hold has burst, and we
rise strengthened, comforted, luminous.
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