Reflections by our Calvary.
Did day dawn fair
with a kindly sun
rising behind the tree?
And did the birds call
their spring-time song in liquid notes of hope?
He was waiting there Bruised and alone in a mocking crowd, Silent love met
his gaze as he stumbled on.
Bruised and alone; tenuous the links with reality as the sun rose high......
There was stillness at noon: the hour of oppression, He looked down
in compassion, bonding us with His Mother.
Stillness, broken by a loud cry which rent the shuddering day and let the
His sun had set.
It would arise in all
the freshness of a spring dawn.
Darkness now done,
Herald the Easter Morn!
MAY.... The rising sun filters through the branches and leaves of the courtyard
trees, patterning a myriad odd shapes and shadows on the wall of my cell;
sometimesstained-glass-still; sometimes shimmering shadows, but always and
always filling my cell with the glory of God.
The lands of sunrise and sunset
you fill with your joy. Psalm 84: 9
As I walk along the path a squirrel dashes for the trees and startled birds
utter a shrill cry.... only the cats come ambling quietly behind.
As we reach the meadow-grass their characters change. They pounce amid the
long grass, leaping for insects; now they crouch and dash in wild games of
chase. Just as suddenly they come to rest, peaceful and calm as a nun at