This is the drama of clay
And the passion of the flood
Bread cast over the waters
Breathed upon and broken
Like God upon the ground
Ugly as sin and sorrowing,
Pure and pouring out
The pelican offers blood
The bridegroom brings the wine
Lo, the seams are bursting
And the chicks take their nourishment!
This is the way of weeping,
Our Via Dolorosa
This is the song of mourning
The rustle of the altar’s drape
And the fonts drained dry
Wait for the rending
In this strange silence
For words can hold no sway
When God forsakes God.
This is something old
That has never happened before.
This is something new
From before the first jeweled dawn.
That God is sent to Hell
And sets His fire there.
Rise up, rise up, and melt the stone!
Make the rocks cry out:
Hail, our King, come forth for slaughter!
Hail, our Victor, stretched o’er the gap!
Feel the earthquake
In its groaning glory.
Our happy fault is bleeding
Cut to the apple core
Pierced like a lamb’s heart
And His brow is crowned
With the wounds that heal.
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