Tag Archive: Easter Triduum


Outpacing Peter

Faster than Peter,
past acacia and carob,
I ran to the tomb.

We sang, we danced,
embraced and wept,
jumped up and down, cried out.

Our voices echoed:
the chamber there was empty
past the low doorway.

Alone in the damp,
except for our friend’s garments;
his scent was still there.

I ran past Mary,
leaving the rich man’s garden;
Arimathean

sweet hawthorn kindled
the fires of Golgotha,
from the day before.

Past olive, almond,
apricot, pine, turpentine,
I ran to tell them.

© Carlos Chagall, Easter Sunday, 2013

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Strepitus

Eclipse. “… what they’ve done,”
holy sound; black veil.  Alpha,
omega; all time

at one with all: one.
This time, this triduum: now
burst, cry into light.

Baskets filled with food,
sun-soaked altar rail.  Sweet breads,
bitters, ascension.

© Carlos Chagall, 2013

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