Saturday, February 18, 2012

youth is supple and the world is sand.

Some Sunday morning poetry, in honor of the fact that Ash Wednesday is almost upon us, which means that Lent will soon be upon us, which means the Holy Week is fast on its heels, which means The Triduum is nigh. I've been looking forward to this since Christmas, guys. I've been trying to cut back on the Rebecca Black quotes, but: we we we so excited.

Between the brown hands of a server-lad

The silver cross was offered to be kissed.
The men came up, lugubrious, but not sad,
And knelt reluctantly, half-prejudiced.
(And kissing, kissed the emblem of a creed.)
Then mourning women knelt; meek mouths they had,
(And kissed the Body of the Christ indeed.)
Young children came, with eager lips and glad.
(These kissed a silver doll, immensely bright.)
Then I, too, knelt before that acolyte.
Above the crucifix I bent my head:
The Christ was thin, and cold, and very dead:
And yet I bowed, yea, kissed - my lips did cling.
(I kissed the warm live hand that held the thing.)

--Maundy Thursday, by Wilfred Owen

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