A prayer for approaching Triduum:

This is where it seems to hinge, my resolve is weak.

The season of sparsity has drug on.

The voices in my head and the voices of the past, quiver,'Why have you abandoned me?'

Feelings of loneliness and doubt linger reminders of brokenness, abound.

Trudging toward Triduum I join the Body of Believers in this solemn walk reminding myself, again, that in death I am born to eternal life.

Entering into the mystery grasping at the tactile, earthen bits of our story--faded palms, feet in water, gnarled wood, thorns, incense, sand, silence.

Ushering in with great relief--light, colors, Baptismal waters, gleaming white garments, blooming flowers--life where life had ceased to flourish.

My pace quickens my heart is eager to enter in.

Amen.

Katie Cassady, Unexpected Honey