At Bethany
From the sanctum of your home you come closer to the hearth with terra cotta jar exhaling nard and hands aflame with frankincense. In the slow, tender burn of anointing, your body also becomes scented and the grace you have long walked with is crowned by dawn’s ruddy light reflecting off the high windows of Jerusalem. Blessed are you for blessing, and rich for emptying your purse. A messiah readied prepares you with hands aflame with love and pain. Your skin—beautiful, thirsty desert— draws in the oil that pools on his. This the earliest Eucharist. This a most divine exchange.
Peter Bisson
Posted at 03:24h, 29 OctoberThank you Greg!
Sharon Walters
Posted at 08:22h, 29 OctoberAbsolutely beautiful!
Maria Skarzynski
Posted at 12:42h, 29 OctoberStrengthens the faith – thank you Father Greg!
Zenaida Ricafrente
Posted at 15:33h, 05 NovemberHi Fr. Greg,
Thank God for your poetic charism. Even more than this is the elevation of St. Anne to a Queen. The whole poetry speaks to my community – The Contemplative Women of St. Anne. It started > five years ago with St Basil’s (Bay/St. Joseph Streets) as our monthly gathering space. We are under the guardianship of His Grace Kasun who is on his recovery from his treatment. So now I make a request. Your creative gift poetically can amplify St. Anne’s patronship to our community by contemplating it not exactly how you did. We will contemplate it according to the prompt of the Holy Spirit.
Much appreciated,
Zeny
Our Lady of Lourdes
Development and Peace Movement