Gals and Pals, it’s Maundy Thursday. Whether you are scrambling to finish a homily or find readers, or all set for the days to come, or wondering where to squeeze in time to ponder the Resurrection in the midst of scenes of the arrest and the Crucifixion, we’re here for you. Join the conversation in the comments to share resources or ask for suggestions or simply share the holy moments of this Holy Week.
Here’s a poem about love, for this Thursday.
Sometimes it’s hard
to love one another,
To love into the foibles
instead of around them.
Mine are uncountable;
I leave the lights burning,
Turn up the thermostat,
Slip off my shoes anywhere at all.
I turn on televisions then walk away,
Forgetting, the sounds white noise
Underscoring my life.
It must be hard.
I have more yarn than
I could ever knit,
Projects begun, put down,
Why I loved the color
Or the texture
To love each other transcends forgetting.
We know and care, but know the truth.
He told us to love so others can know us–
It’s a mandate, a commandment,
A rule for living,