Holy Thursday Poem

Apr 2, 2015 | Field Notes

Take This Cup

 

No bloodied hands

can lift this cup.

No thirty pieces

of conscience can

weigh it down.

No crowing cocks

can hide its cracks.

Nor anyone turn

starlight off

since Silence fills

the cup.

 

Michael Dallaire, © 2015

 

2 Comments

  1. Marlene Bosch
    Marlene Bosch on April 2, 2015 at 4:40 pm

    Powerful Michael, Thank you

    Reply
    • Michael Dallaire
      Michael Dallaire on April 2, 2015 at 7:14 pm

      Thank you Marlene. Holy Week blessings to you.
      Michael

      Reply

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