Confront me in this moment, Lord.

 

Take me from where I have been, but should not be,

          and move me to your side.

 

Pull me from my agenda

          to trace the ash of  Wednesdays past

                     onto a clean unmapped canvas

                               and connect these forty days.

 

Move me with the accolade

          from your unsaddled journey…

                     branches waved high in triumph!

 

Yet, let not my pony ride too quickly

          through this Holy Week

                     least I mistake

                               the parade for the celebration.

 

Would that I could walk the cool garden and pray,

          yet, even now,

                     slumber intrudes my sweet hour

                               and cocks crow every morning.

 

Move me to your side, Lord, amid the judgment and the denial.

 

Touch me with the longings and tensions of these

          Holy days that I may live each with a full and ready heart.

 

Move me to your side, Lord,

          and bless the bread and wine,

                     let the anointing oils be both salve and gift.

 

Embrace me with the pale of Friday that I may reach

          deep enough to mourn and

                     out enough to know joy.

 

Connect for me the tracing of my dust and ash to resurrection.

 

Move me to your side, Lord

          that I may stand awe struck in front of rolled stones

                     and hear the good news proclaimed.

 

Confront me in the moment, Lord

          Move me, that I may share the promise of Easter.

 

Christ is risen, He is risen, indeed!

Alleluia!

 

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