Holy Thursday: wash the feet of an Iraqi mother;
Good Friday: bring a flower to the cross for her dying child;
Holy Saturday, the day of waiting:
light a candle from the great primeval lifefire of Easter
immersed in the flowing waters of creation.
Light it for a humanity whose inventiveness is so often destructive,
whose intentions are so often terrible
whose actions are so often horrifying.
Sunday, early, in a garden,
watch and listen for reminders of hope,
for seeds of faith, for signs of love…
for signs of love.
Monday: same as Sunday.
