I am thankful God

This is as close to a Good Friday meditation as I can come.  It is different this year for me, yet it remains the same.  How like God to do this for each one of us, in particular.  How like God to do this for all of us, together.

I am thankful God

Is not a theological construct:

Divided into three parts

But really only one.

Today, again, he is put to death

For us.

His mother watches.

His disciples watch.

We watch

Helpless to staunch the blood

Or the death.

We are only able to find him

A tomb

Where he can rest awhile.

I am thankful yesterday

Today and tomorrow

The Triduum

Is not a theological construct,

Divided into three parts

But really only one.

It continues beyond and beyond

Until we are promised he will rise

And come again.

I am thankful

I don*t have to digest this all at once,

Rather week by week

I am offered His Body,

His Blood,

So I can begin again to understand.

Again

Not a theological construct

Not divided into neat and tidy parts

Rather

Like the forsythia which appeared this year

For the first time

Growing wild

In the backyard,

Framing the ducks

In gold.