Holy Thursday Evening
Holy Thursday evening
prelude to Good Friday
waiting in anticipation
of Easter Sunday rising.
Prayers, songs and hymns,
resurrected in annual rituals
of incense, washing of feet
both profound and breathtaking
Christians bow their heads
and bend their knees
and pound the heart
in repentance of sin.
Black grace
surrounds my soul
as others, genuflect
accepting, acknowledging, welcoming
desiring the presence of God.
I kneel, beg and plead
in constant supplication
for that feeling and sensation,
held back by that wanting longing need.
My desperation
frequents my mind and thoughts
overwhelming me,
my heart and soul from deep within.
I want to believe
more
than living itself.
I come here
not because I do believe
but because
of the aching and yearning search;
too long,
I am deprived
by this “black grace”
that blesses me and makes me want
to believe
in the presence of God.
Copyright © Dm Babbit | Year Posted 2016
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