Meditation On Maundy Thursday
When little you have to live for and far,
When righteousness your own for little counts,
Knocked down and bruised and battered when you are,
When your wasted shadow forever haunts;
When rites and rituals robbed are of magic,
Piety, pilgrimage, notso might please,
Belaboured worship loses all logic,
Divine grace seems to gasp for last of lease;
Keen when you are to off-load your old self,
To fill life’s vacuum with divine presence,
Too keen to leave behind all power and pelf,
And heart craves for an unending silence;
Ready thence you’re to embrace divine bliss,
To fill your life with fullness that is His.
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Written on 18th April 2004, a Maundy Thursday, one of the three
sacred holy days forming the Christian spiritual calendar: Maundy Thursday, Good Friday, and Easter Mark
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Sonnets | 13.04.04 |
Copyright © Aniruddha Pathak | Year Posted 2017
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