Kiran Newman has written a wonderful poem which is essentially a long and profound meditation on the Easter Triduum. It is set in the early days of the Jerusalem Church (before the Apostles and believers were first persecuted and spread out from Jerusalem to Antioch and so on) at Mass on the Lord's Day. One of the participants, as he worships, recalls all the events of Good Friday, Holy Saturday and Easter Sunday. I won't give away who the narrator is supposed to be- it isn't revealed until the end of the poem, and a profound surprise it is. It is a marvellous piece of work- the kind that inspires one to pray and/or pull out one's Bible and read (and let's not forget that with lectio divina, you can do both at once!).
Kiran tells me the poem will only be posted on his blog for a short while, as he may want to publish it in the future and doesn't want to spread it too far abroad online for copyright reasons. So check ye it out while ye may!
UPDATE: Sorry, got the title wrong the first time (mixed it up with a different poem of Kiran's). All fixed now.
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