Lent Poetry 43 and Maundy Thursday

43

She came through like Water
elemental
like Earth, dark with loam
She is the Land
was the Land
will always been the Land
She is also the Sorceress
the One Who Gives Power
She filled me then
as nothing I have encountered
before
Later, as I fell asleep
She whispered stories
of long ago

Maundy Thursday

As we walk along the shore,
He asks me
"Why don't people remember what I taught?
What I did? I did not want this!"
He waves at the world,
frustrated by all that is done
in His name.

I sighed, answering,
"Humility is a commodity.
Sacrifice is an inconvenience.
Love is weak, and compassion is
stupidity-- in their eyes.
There is more than one
of You now, and the human
that taught true compassion
is no longer wanted."
I held his hand.
"It's not what you wanted
humans to understand,
but it is what your
sacrifice became."

We walked further on.
Both of us, lost
in our own thoughts.
After a while,
He just squeezed
my hand.

I understood.
What could He really say?
Neither of us
had an answer,
and both of us
were tired.