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"And You Complete the Heart of Me..."
Apr. 5th, 2007 09:46 pmHappy Maundy Thursday. ♥
We came to church in the light. We ate lamb and bread and drank wine, and then we sang and lit hundreds of candles (it felt like thousands), and we prayed; and we washed each other's feet on the stone floor of the church, mama washed my feet, and I washed feet, everybody's are different; I washed Waen's. We sang some more, we ate bread and wine, and we stripped everything off the altar and put black veils over the crosses, and took down the crucifixes. We lit candles for mama's friend Susan, who's in the hospital with pneumonia because she's so weak after her chemo. We prayed and the candles burned down in the sand, and we blew out the candles all around the church, we blew out the little ones and the Lord's Candle, and left the Pascal Candle burning. We went home in the dark.
I wanted to cry and I couldn't, but the wax that dripped off the candles looked like tears running down, and I pretended that they were crying for me because I couldn't. This Easter Sunday, this is the day Grandma died; I only cried a little bit for her when it happened, and felt like the worst person in the world, but that's eased now. I let the candles grieve for me and for everyone in the world who hurts, and I prayed that we would all be warm enough.
Amen.
We came to church in the light. We ate lamb and bread and drank wine, and then we sang and lit hundreds of candles (it felt like thousands), and we prayed; and we washed each other's feet on the stone floor of the church, mama washed my feet, and I washed feet, everybody's are different; I washed Waen's. We sang some more, we ate bread and wine, and we stripped everything off the altar and put black veils over the crosses, and took down the crucifixes. We lit candles for mama's friend Susan, who's in the hospital with pneumonia because she's so weak after her chemo. We prayed and the candles burned down in the sand, and we blew out the candles all around the church, we blew out the little ones and the Lord's Candle, and left the Pascal Candle burning. We went home in the dark.
I wanted to cry and I couldn't, but the wax that dripped off the candles looked like tears running down, and I pretended that they were crying for me because I couldn't. This Easter Sunday, this is the day Grandma died; I only cried a little bit for her when it happened, and felt like the worst person in the world, but that's eased now. I let the candles grieve for me and for everyone in the world who hurts, and I prayed that we would all be warm enough.
Amen.
