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Did the woman say
When she held him for the first time in the
dark dank of a stable,
After the pain and the bleeding and the crying,
“This is my body, this is my blood?”
Did the woman say,
When she held him for the last time in the
dark rain on a hilltop,
After the pain and the bleeding and the dying,
“This is my body, this is my blood?
Well that she said it to him then,
For dry old men,
Brocaded robes belying barrenness,
Ordain that she not say it for him now.
Frances Croake Frank
Liturgy
All the way to Elizabeth
and in the months afterward
she wove him, pondering,
"this is my body, my blood!"
Beneath the watching eyes
of donkey, ox, and sheep
she rocked him crooning
"this is my body, my blood!"
In the search for her young lost boy
and the foreboding day of his leaving she let him go , knowing
"This is my body, my blood!"
Under the blood smeared cross
she rocked his mangled bones,
re-membering him, moaning,
"This is my body, my blood!"
When darkness, stones , and tomb
bloomed to Easter morning,
She ran to him shouting,
"this is my body, my blood!"
And no one thought to tell her:
"Woman, it is not fitting
for you to say those words.
You don't resemble him."
Irene Zimmerman SSSF
3 comments:
Ah, Phil, I just posted the poem Liturgy in response to a comment left on my blog :-)))
I had to share this. Now I return to all the fabulous information, music, art, you have on your blog!
Blessings.
PS: Thank you very much for Did The Woman Say? ...
My gratitude goes beyond words...
Happy Easter, Phil!
Thanks Claire.
Happy Easter to you too!! I am not yet ready for the Alleluia's.
I'm stuck on the Via Dolorosa for a few days yet.
PS.(I have also left you a post on your blog!)
Godbless
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