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Common Passion
(Lent)
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O God, our help
Help me
Christ will be entering
Jerusalem soon
That’s too much for me
I wouldn’t go
I don’t like crowds
And as for all the blood
That follows
There was a crowd for that
As well
I’m not sure
Where I fit in
In the Passion story
To hear it, I suppose
Find my way to talk about it
Wish so much of it
Had not happened,
Starting with the first
Beating
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Who are you?
What is your authority?
What is truth?
Skeptic questions
Without the thorns,
They could be honest
Without the torture
One might really want
To know
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We can ask
Without all that
It’s been done for us
As story
As clean pages in a book
That might get stained
With water
Or with coffee
Accidents happen
So does providence
A week away
We’ll find out how it goes
I’ll take the quieter vantage point,
Thank you
After the crowds have gone
Maybe I’ll get a glimpse
Of the body
As it’s taken
Or the bodies of the thieves
Taken to paupers’ graves
Most likely,
Since there were no placards
On their crosses
Or on mine
Or maybe yours
Who were they?
Who am I?
Who are we?
We die without accord
Because no one knows
Our faces
Or our places
We die in a city at
The center of the Earth
Too much is happening there
Move on
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