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I am not ready for Holy Week,

the perfume of my devotion lays

stoppered on the shelf,

and I am fussing over

things that seem needful,

distracted by my  thoughts…

I am not ready for Holy Week,

though my Palm Cross

reminds me of yesterdays tale

of power subverted,

I am still asking who you are,

and how your life speaks to our world today…

I am not ready for Holy Week,

but I am never ready, never prepared

for the outpouring of grace that greets me

in every step your story takes; but

I will watch as history unfolds

and you enfold us in

love again…

I am not ready for Holy Week,

I cannot be ready for the powerful

reminder of your givenness, of your

challenge to the status-quo;

I am not ready, but I am willing

to enter…

Will you meet me here?

Can I be transformed, even again..?