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 © | Year Posted 2016

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Buhain-Baello Avatar
March 27, 2016 at 4:27 AM
A sad poem about the need & search for God, & how religion fails & frustrates that search. I'd like to clarify that we "Christians" "do not beat our breasts and pound the heart in repentance" we do not "genuflect" or use incense and wash feet on Holy Week. There is no need to "plead for forgiveness" because God is merciful and loving - He forgives the truly repentant person. "If we confess our sins He is faithful and just and will forgive us cleanse us of our unrighteousness." (1 John 1:9)
Babbit Avatar
March 27, 2016 at 12:10 PM
In 2016 it was announced that the Roman Missal had been revised to permit women to have their feet washed on Maundy Thursday; previously it permitted only males to do so. In 2016 Catholic priests around the world washed both women’s and men’s feet on Holy Thursday "their gesture of humility represented to many the progress of inclusion in the Catholic church. It never hurts to ask God for forgiveness, genuflecting adds to that respect in the Catholic church.
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