Holy Week

Holy grace seeds a journey walk, Observe the space where time turns round; Love feeds each need beyond plain talk, Yonder floods trace as passion grounds. Work distant match in gradual change, Express prompt feel wise inner nudge; Etch a deep sketch through all things strange, Kindness can heal that evil grudge. Arrive through gates that channel fire, Yield faithful thought that matters most; Exit vain fate with mystic sire. Taste love's sweet spot in Holy Ghost, Here on this road The Christ walks by; Expound the craze of futile toil. Choice bears the load of heavy sighs, Hence present daze can simply spoil; Rise to the wave of poignant quest, In lovely touch feel sacred mind; Sense grace that saves dear grandeur's fest, Triumph means so much in divine find. Leon Enriquez 31 March 2018 Singapore