Holy Wednesday


Wednesday of Holy Week seems one of the days orphaned from its ritual parents. Swung soundlessly between  the arms of Palm Sunday and Maundy Thursday it feels unmarked in my community.    I understand the text of anointing with spikenard is often associated with this day in the liturgy and the negotiations of Judas Iscariot with the Sanhedrin.  So, following my earlier post of the I offer again these words to breathe as Christ breathes, and to touch the worlds joys and betrayals.

Sorrowing and Creating One,
You know

There has been so much taking
Of life
Of trust
Of sparkle
Of hands touching
Of dignity.

There has been so much injury
Of body
Of words
Of love
Of home
Of hope.

There have been so many images
Fast and slow
Vivid and grainy
and static
and terrible

And so much closing
Of minds
Of hearts
Of borders
Of doors
Of eyes.

So, we are here

For You

in the midst of us

We touch
in a heart beat
as we are touched.

We breathe
healing we are graced to grace with
we receive
and carry
gently as a warm egg

into these days.

Join me on the journey. Rest, Reflect, Replenish


  1. Anne Pirie on July 16, 2016 at 11:40 pm

    Thank you, Catherine, for words that cradle us in the midst of these fragile times. Anne

    • Catherine Smith on July 17, 2016 at 10:47 am

      And you Anne. I know how reverently you carry what is given and how you share it.

  2. Marilyn on July 16, 2016 at 11:16 pm

    Thought-filled words that touch my aching heart Catherine. Thank you. Marilyn

    • Catherine Smith on July 16, 2016 at 11:25 pm

      And you Marilyn, go gently, carrying your many gifts.

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