Tag Archives: Paschal Triduum

I reached for the life
I once understood,
to hold what was broken
and call it still good.

I stumbled on sweetness
I could not contain,
a bloom in the quiet,
a joy without name.

I thought to be silent—
to study, to plan—
but truth has a rhythm
no silence can stand.

So I turned from the flower
and danced my small part—
to announce what I found
in the fields of the heart.

I ran for the dawn,
to be first in the light,
to outrun the shadows
that lingered from night.

But truth does not yield
to the swift or the fast—
it waits in the stillness
that follows the past.

So I stepped into wonder,
no longer to prove—
and found that the first
was the moment I moved.

This quiet Saturday,
no trumpet, no flame—
just silence that whispers
He knows every name.

I reached for the past,
for the day I held dear—
but grace met my longing
and drew me from fear.

For love is not kept
by refusing to part—
but by trusting its place
in a far deeper heart.