As we enter into the Triduum during this pandemic, what is the role of art and faith in our ever-changing world? I have found myself reflecting on three questions this week: When have I shared a (sacred) meal with my family & friends? What crosses do I bear or do others around me carry? How are our crosses ladders (West)? Below is one of three poems I have written to observe the events of this Holy Week. More to come. Enjoy. Sacred Suppers Sacred Suppers in Intimate spaces Isolated places For companions Gathered at Common Tables We prepare Love share Fully present we see Uncertainty And tomorrow’s crosses We all carry but Tonight we are one With He who dies alone Yesterday’s Sacramental Altars Today are Home
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