Holy Week Sonnets

The week got away from me.  School and sickness kept me from getting all accomplished that I needed to do.  That too, the business of life, the frustrations of our schedules, the tyranny of events reminds us of our need for a Savior who was not a subject to time, but the Lord of Hours.  According to the Divine Timetable, Jesus Christ came into the world, suffered and died on the Cross, and rose from the dead.

Philip Rosenbaum's collection of poems, Holy Week Sonnets, is wonderful for reading on the week leading up to Easter.  I meant to read at least portions of the book this week.  Thankfully, this week's failures are also redeemed by the death of Christ.

One sample, appropriate for this day:

Good Friday, 1987

Revelation 1:5-6

Jesus, You know I do not understand

Your love, Your sacraments, Your sufferings,
Your grace exalting me with priests and kings
Reigning forever in the Promised Land.
I am a child who takes his father’s hand
Walking along the beach, who while he clings
Fears not the surf, but begs a tale that brings
Him dreams of sailing far beyond the strand.
O tell me once again and I’ll receive
The things I cannot know and count them true:
How if I were the only man to grieve
The heart of God, You’d take Your cross anew
(I do not understand, but I believe)
To die for me, that I might live for You.