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Sunday, March 31, 2013

Christ is Risen!!!

Let all of Christendom rejoice!!! Here are some poems from our friend Mack to help us to reflect of the impact of Holy Week as we usher in the season of Easter.....

P.S. Bless God, Wyndysascha is now a Catholic!

A Night of Fallen Nothingness

The Altar stripped, the candles dark, the Cross

Concealed behind a purple shroud, the sun

Mere slantings through an afternoon of grief

While all the world is emptied of all hope.

The dead remain, the failing light withdraws

As do the broken faithful, silently,

Into a night of fallen nothingness.

Easter Vigil, Sort Of

A vigil, no, simply quiet reflection

Minutes before midnight, with all asleep

Little Liesl-Dog perhaps dreams of squirrels,

For she has chased and barked them all the day;

The kittens are disposed with their mother

After an hour of kitty-baby-talk,

Adored by all, except by Calvin-Cat,

That venerable, cranky old orange hair-ball,

Who resents youthful intrusion upon         

His proper role as object of worship.

The household settles in for the spring night,

Anticipating Easter, early Mass,

And then the appropriately pagan

Merriments of chocolates and colored eggs

And children with baskets squealing for more

As children should, in the springtime of life.

Pontius Pilate’s Pleynt

My Caesar and my Empire have I served,

A diplomatic functionary, true

To distant duties, and never unnerved

By greedy Greek or perfidious Jew.

Outside the arca archa have I thought,

Festooned my desk and office with awards;

My Caesar’s honour only have I sought

While sparing for myself but few rewards.

I built with focused care my resume’

And filed each memorandum, note, and scrip;

I justly ruled (no matter what they say),

And seldom sent men to the cross or whip.

But, oh! That thing about an open vault –

I never got it.  And why was that my fault?

Ubi Petrus

For Inky and Jason

“Ubi Petrus, ibi Ecclesia.”

- St. Ambrose of Milan

Where Peter was, there also was the Tomb --

Blood-sodden dreams cold-rotting in old sin,

The Chalice left unwashed, the Upper Room

A three-days’ grave for hope-forsaken men.

Where Peter is, there also should we be,

Poor pilgrims, his, a-kneel before the Throne

Of Eosian Christendom, and none but he

Is called to lead the Church to eternal Dawn.

Where Peter then will be, there is the Faith,

Transubstantiation, whipped blood, ripped flesh

A solid reality, not a wraith

Of shop-soiled heresies labeled as fresh.

Where Peter is, O Lord, there let us pray,

Poor battered wanderers along Your way.

"Where Peter is, there also should we be...."


  1. Yay! Finally a Catholic!

    I suppose one /can/ feel sorry for Pilate... he's the very definition of a worldly man, and never seems shriekingly evil in Scripture, but will forever be remembered in the Creed as culpable for one of the world's greatest crimes. I like this poem... it captures what is almost Hannah Arendt's "banality of evil".

  2. Hi, Wyndysascha,

    I've always felt that Pilate was a rather pathetic figure, since he basically was pretty indifferent to the whole thing and couldn't grasp the magnitude of his decision.

    Here are two interesting Pilate-related facts: Did you know he was supposedly born in Scotland under an ancient yew tree? Also, did you know some small Christian sects actually maintain that he eventually converted, and that he and his wife are both saints?


    P.S. I really like Mack's "A Night of Fallen Nothingness", especially the line "the sun mere slantings through an afternoon of grief."

  3. I've always felt kind of sorry for Pilate. Out of the many people involved in getting Jesus a death sentence, he was the only one who most definitely did NOT want him to die. In fact, he said no quite a few times. And yet, he gets all the blame, even though Jesus told him that "The one who handed me over to you has the greater sin."
    In the end, of course, he caved to pressure - but he couldn't have understood the full significance of what he was doing. I think many Romans wouldn't have tried even as hard as he did. At least he wasn't trying to kill Jesus, like almost everyone else was.
    Yes, that's me. I feel sorry for the "badguys." : ) Yet - "Father, forgive them; they know not what they do" - couldn't that have been meant to apply to Pilate?

    - Katherine