Ash Wednesday to Pentecost
Resurrexit Jesus
- No hands but ours to wash the beggar's feet
Or offer You again in sacrifice;
No witness at Your Cross if we retreat,
Nor joyful proclamation when You rise:
Those feet disciples never washed were pierced,
As were those hands that broke the sacred bread;
Should we not, heirs of what Your life proclaimed,
Save You from further wounds through which You bled? - No words but ours to worship and to praise,
No love returned to You but of Your Grace;
No hearth in which the Spirit's fire may blaze
Nor face but ours to represent Your face:
In which responsibility we bear
A burden greater than the common lot
For we, assailed by suffering, must share
Your Risen self with those who know You not.