Always Reforming

This poem was original written on 4/17/15. Witnessing the miracle of life Conjures memories of my own birth, Holding my little girl reminds me Of the woman who used to hold me. When I think of her, I think of the Scars that have come to define our lives, Two cuts that have shaped our family, And changed the course of our history. Down her chest, where they tore her open, Down her belly, where they cut us out, I wonder how different life would be If she never went under the knife. Would we be a happy family? Would I be anything like myself? All I know is, nothing has shaped me As extensively as her two scars.

Honey, I didn't forget our anniversary--I celebrate it every day! Preposterous, right?  Well, that's what you sound like when you suggest that celebrating the Resurrection on Easter somehow detracts from or contradicts a weekly or daily remembrance thereof. In the Anglican Communion every Sunday is technically a feast day, and rightfully so.  The Lord's Day is the day on which we celebrate our risen Lord by gathering with His body for Word and Sacrament.  Once a year, however, we, along with the majority of Christians for nearly two millennia, set aside a special day to commemorate the Resurrection in a special way.  We choose to focus on this one doctrine, this indispensable historical event, in a special way on that particular day. There is no conflict here.  There is no contradiction here.  There is absolutely no reason that celebrating something on a specific day should detract from our continued celebration of it throughout the year.  In fact, the...

Oh, most blessed of weeks, and holiest, And, yet, of all, most ignominious, Remember thorns, crowning His weary head, Remember scorn, marking the path He tread, Remember lies, bought by envy and pride,  Remember cries, Crucify!  Crucify! Remember fear, faithful friends scattering, Remember tears, Mary's heart shattering, Remember justice, meted upon sin, Remember darkness, without and within, Oh, most blessed of weeks, that freed our souls, That retrieved the lost and the sick made whole,  A body on a tree, a Lamb slaughtered, A veil rent; at peace, we pray, Our Father .