Monday, 9 April 2007

All Your Waves & Your Torrents Have Washed Over Me

The solemn mysteries that pass by and through us during the Sacred Triduum are of such magnitude, such inexpressibly profundity, that one is tempted, on Easter Sunday, to feel as if you had not quite absorbed it all.
But you have. It is in the water scattered upon you, it is in the essential memory of the chrism-cross on your brow, it resides in the unreachable recesses of your soul where the Presence dwells Eucharistically. You have all of Eastertide to rejoice it, and all the Ordinary Year to ruminate on it.
Duc in altum!

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