Our Journey to Easter
- The Rev. Beth Knowlton
- 19 hours ago
- 2 min read
During our Passiontide Lessons and Carols service, we read this poem by Ann Weems. It has grounded my prayer practice as we walk these days together with these special liturgies. I hope you will take time to pause and imagine yourself as part of this great story. If you are overwhelmed by the state of the world, I hope you will walk these days in community. If you are in a place of unadulterated joy, I hope you will still walk with us. Whether we are in grief or ready for the dance, God is with us. I look forward to seeing you!
Peace, Beth +
“Holy Week” by Ann Weems
Holy is the week …
Holy, consecrated, belonging to God …
We move from hosannas to horror
with the predictable ease
of those who know not what they do.
Our hosannas sung,
our palms waved,
let us go with passion into this week.
It is a time to curse fig trees that do not yield fruit.
It is a time to cleanse our temples of any blasphemy.
It is a time greet Jesus as the Lord’s Anointed One,
to lavishly break our alabaster
and pour perfume out for him
without counting the cost.
It is a time for preparation …
The time to give thanks and break bread is upon us.
The time to give thanks and drink of the cup is imminent.
Eat, drink, remember:
On this night of nights, each one must ask,
as we dip our bread in the wine,
“Is it I?”
And on that darkest of days, each of us must stand
beneath the tree
and watch the dying
if we are to be there
when the stone is rolled away.
The only road to Easter morning
is through the unrelenting shadows of that Friday.
Only then will the alleluias be sung;
only then will the dancing begin.