A HOLY WEEK MEDITATION
BY
FRANK A VOLLMER
DOVES
HE WOULDN’T HURT THE DOVES
HE TOLD THEIR SELLERS
TO TAKE THEM FROM THE TEMPLE
THE BEASTS
USED TO ROUGH TREATMENT
HE DROVE FROM THE TEMPLE
ALONG WITH THEIR SELLERS
AND THE MONEY CHANGERS
BUT HE WOULDN’T HURT THE BIRDS
YOU HAVE MADE MY FATHER’S HOUSE
A SLAUGHTER HOUSE
A PLACE TO EXTORT THE POOR
KEEPING THE PRICE OF SACRIFICE HIGH
NO ALLOWANCE FOR THE WIDOW
OR THE WIDOWS MITE
BUT I AM TIRED OF YOUR BURNT OFFERINGS
THE SMOKE OF WHICH
NO LONGER PLEASES ME
IT’S JUST RITUAL
WITHOUT SUBSTANCE
BUYING GOD WITH A BURNING COW
I HAVE COME TO END SACRIFICES
WITH ONE GREAT SACRIFICE
MINE
TEAR DOWN THIS TEMPLE
AND I WILL REBUILD IT
IN THREE DAYS
WITH FLESH AND BLOOD
TEAR DOWN THIS TEMPLE
AND OLD WAYS CEASE
THE LAW IS LIFELESS AND COLD
BUT GOD’S LOVE IS WARM
THE KISS
I THINK IT WAS THE KISS THAT BROKE HIS HEART
NO MATTER WHAT ELSE WAS DONE TO HIM
THAT NIGHT AND NEXT DAY
NOTHING COULD MATCH THE FRIENDSHIP SIGN
AND GREETING
HAIL RABBI
PERHAPS THAT'S WHY HE STOOD SO SILENT
IN FRONT OF PILATE
EMPTY
TOO HURT FOR WORDS
OR TO EVEN CARE
THREE YEARS HE'D KNOWN THE MAN
HAD ATE WITH HIM LAUGHED WITH HIM
SHARED CONFIDENCES AND MEMORIES
HAD THOUGHT HE HAD A FRIEND
PETER JAMES JOHN THE REST WOULD RUN AWAY
THEY WERE AFRAID
HE COULD UNDERSTAND FEAR
HE WAS AFRAID HIMSELF NOW
HIS BODY WAS WET WITH NERVOUS SWEAT
HIS MIND STILL ECHOED HIS WORDS
OH GOD LET IT PASS LET IT PASS
IF JUDAS HADN'T KISSED HIM FOR A PRICE
HE MIGHT HAVE DONE IT BETTER
BUT THE KISS TOOK THE HEART FROM HIM
SO THAT HE STOOD EMPTY SILENT HEART GONE OUT
LIKE A LAMB BEING LED TO SLAUGHTER
CRUCIFIXION
HE DIDN'T WANT TO DIE
THE TRUTH BE TOLD
HE DIDN'T WANT TO DIE
BUT THERE HE HUNG
NAKED HUNG
AGAINST THE NOON DAY SKY
LIKE CARRION EATERS THEY CAME
TO SIT UPON THE LAWN AND WATCH
HOW SUCH A MAN WOULD DIE
NO MAN WHO HAS EVER CALLED ANOTHER…FRIEND
OR HELD A LOVER'S HAND
OR FELT THE PULL OF FALLING STAR
OR HEARD A ROBIN SING
NO MAN WHO HAS EVER BEEN IN LOVE
OR BOUNCED A BABY ON HIS KNEE
REALLY WANTS TO DIE
BUT THERE HE HUNG
NAKED HUNG
AGAINST A DARKENING SKY
HIS NEED FOR LOVE SO GREAT HE CRIED
I THIRST
THEY WONDERED WHY
AS HE HUNG
NAKED HUNG
AGAINST A NIGHT BLACK SKY
THE VULTURES JUST STOOD AROUND
WAITING FOR HIM TO DIE
HE FELT THE COLDNESS OF THEIR HEARTS
AND CRIED TO HIS FATHER … WHY
ALL HIS PENT UP PASSION SURGING
HE CRIED TO HIS FATHER …WHY
AS HE HUNG
NAKED HUNG
FOR LOVE OF YOU AND I
PIETA
COME SOFTLY TO MY BOSOM NOW
YOUR JOURNEY DONE
YOUR KINGDOM COME
COME SOFTLY TO MY BOSOM NOW
COME REST YOUR HEAD WHERE ONCE YOU LAID IT
FRIGHTENED BY A MIDNIGHT DREAM
COME REST YOUR HEAD AGAIN MY SON
OH LET US BE LET US BE
ALONE IN EACH OTHERS COMPANY
THAT I MIGHT IN PLACE OF BLOODY FACE
REMEMBER MY CHILD OF GRACE
IN PLACE OF PIERCED HANDS LET ME SEE
THOSE THAT FLOWERS PICKED FOR ME
AND FEET THAT A THOUSAND ERRANDS RAN
OH LET US BE
COME SOFTLY TO MY BOSOM SON
EASTER
SHYLY
LIKE A BASHFUL LOVER
HE ROSE
NO TRUMPET BLAST
OR EARTHQUAKE SHOCK
QUIET
A WISP OF A MORNING BREEZE
A SCENT OF FLOWERS
MORNING DEW AND BIRDCALLS
A SUDDEN SENSE OF WARMTH
A QUIET COMING
ONE THAT DOES NOT SAY YOU WILL
BUT WILL YOU
HOW GODLIKE IN AN UNGODLIKE WAY
FOR HIM TO TAKE THE MORNING AIR
GOING TO MEET HIS MOTHER