How might Brother Scott Surrency's poem "Can you drink the cup?" provide comfort and challenge on Good Friday?
Generate according to: “A poem,” Robert Frost wrote, “begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.” We might say the same about the bumpy road that leads us to Easter.
Christians the world over are celebrating the Holy Triduum — the three holiest days of the year, that begin with the Last Supper celebrated on Holy Thursday. We stay with Jesus as he undergoes wrongs and rejection, death on a Friday afternoon, and tomb-like waiting on Holy Saturday — all in anticipation of new life on Easter.
This Triduum gives us the space to find Jesus walking with us, too — in our quiet sufferings, lingering griefs, and anxieties about the future. There is new life at Easter — just as there is new life at the far end of pain — but on Good Friday, we do well to stay with Jesus.
A few months ago, Brother Scott Surrency, O.F.M. Cap. penned a poem, “Can you drink the cup?” which stings and soothes in equal measure. A good poem for Good Friday.
Title image, “Viernes Santo” by Flickr user Victor Nuño, is available here.
This prompt doesn't seem malicious.