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DEATH AND RESURRECTION

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In the Garden Tears from his eyes and from his whole face from his scalp and his ears Tears from his chest and his arms and from the tips of his fingers He wept from his whole body and he bled And then he was betrayed. When It Was Finished His mother's heart was fully pierced. When it was finished Crows fought for the unfurling ribbon of his last words. And when it was finished Darkness rose from broken tombs stars and comets crossed the sky Judas lit a single candle in the upper room. When it was finished: Three soldiers in camos and balaclavas snapped their steel wands and pushed the crowd back from the high mound his friends lowered the cross closed his eyes and pulled the nails a wild dog slunk up to him sniffed his matted hair and stood gazing at his face. When it was finished The rain began and the rain washed him and he was
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THE LENTEN GOSPELS

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(Vasily Surikov, 1872) I.                 The Temptation in the Wilderness Mark 4:   1-11) After forty days Of solitude and fasting A man might gnaw at a stone Thinking it was bread, Or grow wings And fly Around the cities of his mind, Or walk naked Thinking He were clothed, Decorated, And perfumed. A man might do these things And people might say He was possessed. I would say He was Hungry. II.               The Transfiguration (Mat 17: 1-13) A Matter of Fact Erie, Pennsylvania    Starbucks Like every Starbucks    a  corporate living room    filled with strangers Nat King Cole on the sorta hip always inoffensive “juke-box” competing with        the grinding        and steaming        of coffee. I’m pondering    a biblical summit meeting,    Christ transfigured,    locked in conversation    with Moses and Elijah, But what they’re talking about –    I don’t know.
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THIS DRIFTING WORLD

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(Rupert Bunny:  The Rape of Persephone, Nat'l Gallery of Australia) We know only this:   life is warm.           Adam Zagajewski 1.   Metaphors & Possibilities Let me show you one small piece of this drifting world where Charon trolls for souls and Hermes shifts in the mirror behind me. Where nothing happens           that hasn’t Then & Now. This long winter and dark spring I’ve found myself begging ancient Hades to let the Girl come home. I’ve let the drifting world drift into my own, watching Zeus and Demeter Heroes and Nymphs and… 2.       Kore her smile. Persephone cloud reader keeper of secrets innocent and experienced maiden and mother both. Persephone dark quiet desirable 3.       The Abduction Hades could stand    poised on a passing moment,    or flash like his brother’s lightning. His breath
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