The Lord's Prayer

Our Father, which art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name;
thy kingdom come;
thy will be done,
in earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive them that trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation;
but deliver us from evil.
[For thine is the kingdom,
the power, and the glory,
for ever and ever.]
Amen.

Friday, March 21, 2008

Easter 2008

Easter. I approach the years' empty tomb.
What has time done with itself?
Is the news worth the communicating?
The word's loincloth can remember little.
A thin, cold wind blows from beyond the abysm
that I gawk into.
But supposing there were bones; the darkness
illuminated like a museum?
In glass cases I have peered at the brittle bundles,
exonerating my conscience with mortality's tears.
But here, true to my name, I have nothing to hold on
to, an absence so much richer than a presence,
offering instead of the skull's leer an impaled possibility
for faith's fingertips to explore

- R.S. Thomas

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