Station I “Take up your cross and follow me,” you said. We couldn’t know then exactly what you meant, But then they placed the thorns upon your head, And mocked you for their mirthless merriment. Condemned you did not fight their condemnation, While they passed you back and forth like a child’s game. [...]
His leafy crown grows golden buds as Rain Begins to fill her forest lover’s heart. The weather warms and cools again and again, Just as his heart is warmed and cooled in part. […]
In dreams you heard your mournful captors’ cry, Calling you to be Christ where you once suffered. Your heart was opened for them, it was not buffered, But porous, taking them and leading them high Above and beyond their druidical sense of the sky […]
The Summer Sun has burned the crop of wheat. The ears of corn have ripened on the stalk. We pick and grind them to make a treat Formed from the four elements; yet we balk: […]
We bring into the church the evergreen, Fresh boughs of trees that last all winter long. And as we place them round, we sing a song About peace on earth, goodwill to men. We set them up to decorate, it seems, To bring some festive Christmas cheer along. […]
You sent young Luigne to entice the beast, And he went without a moment’s hesitation. He swam into the river’s fluctuation. All who watched thought you sent him to be a feast. […]
You knelt inside your hermit’s cell to pray, Reciting psalms and worshipping your God. Your narrow little cell was all you had, And so one hand was stretched out into the day. And while you sang your psalms, a bird came to lay Her eggs, in a nest made of your outstretched hand. [...]
The air is crisp, the berries have turned brown, The final harvest has been taken in, The once new leaves have dropped from the Green Man’s crown. And the Summer’s Sun has come to rest and dim. […]
Effoliating foliage, he haunts His local habitation. The tutelary Spirit, ripener of wildest blackberry, Protector of the bees’ humblest wants. […]
You left the final day for re-creation, For art and song and festive feasts for all. You knew we’d work and toil to our damnation, So you left us space where we could wholly call Upon your name. Our feasts and songs are sourced In celebration of you, our only Lord. […]
The lumbering beasts all graze upon the land, And offer up themselves to one another. Not just survival but harmony and Symbiosis was how the world was governed. […]
The birds all fly their pelicanic flights, Prepared to pierce their hearts to feed their young. The phoenix on its pyre-like nest alights And burns, the song that never goes unsung. […]
“And what perhaps we wish the past had been.” Here we find the notion that there is no simple return to the past to make the modern world better. In these days when most of us are locked inside our homes, we need more beauty, more poetry to remind us of the hope that Easter [...]
From arches old, the fire enfolds the spire. The holy relics, art, and host were saved. The stellar ceiling now reveals the graven Sky. The circling stars shine through the fire. […]