Meditation On Maundy Thursday1 Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

When little you own to live for and far,
Your righteousness when for far little counts,
Knocked down, battered, much bruised when you are,
When your wasted shadow forever haunts;
When rites, rituals are robbed of magic,
Pilgrimage, nor piety when appease,
Tedious worship when loses all logic,
Divine grace lingers, though on last lease;
Keen when you are to off-load your old self,
To fill life's vacuum with divine presence,
Dying to leave behind all power and pelf,
And fill your heart with unending silence;
Ready are you to embrace divine bliss,
O to fill life with fullness that you miss.
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Written on 18th April 2004, a Maundy Thursday, one of the sacred triduum—the three holy days forming the Christian spiritual calendar: Maundy Thursday, Good Friday, and Easter Mark
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Sonnets | 10.04.04 |