this week
we walk
we walk alongside you
Holy One
you, who stand while others kowtow
you, who sing truth to power
you, who love fiercely
you, who defy domination
you, who resist kingship
you, who choose servanthood
this week
we eat alongside you
Holy One
you, who break bread with people deemed criminal
you, who reach out to touch while others pass judgment
you, who behold when eyes turn away
you, who make blind ones see
you, who call dead ones to life
you, who speak without guile
you, who gaze up and inward to heaven to pray
(you
who see me
and love me
and are healing me
as you heal yourself)
this week
we kneel alongside you
Holy One
you, who wash friends’ aching feet
you, who put down weapons while others clamor for bloodshed
you, who do what is hard not what is easy
you, who keep walking the path before you even though you know it will lead to your demise and shatter those who lean on you
this week
we watch alongside you
Holy One
you, whose gaze remains soft as voices taunt
you, whose heart breaks watching loved ones watch you bleed
you, who feel forsaken and abandoned
you, who pray for relief of your suffering even as you accept it
you, who pray for the ignorant cruel
you, who choose love amidst hate
this week
we weep alongside you
Holy One
you, who must surrender your spirit at last
caressed by tears
anointed
laid to rest
may we remain present alongside
patient
faithful
steadfast
that we may bear witness
not only to your death
but also to
your rising
Holy One