4/9 (2020) Maundy Thursday

Wind—ruach—
troubles the mirror
of flowing water

God you are ever
near in the grey tempest

& Christ the young champion
soon to ascend
His Tree again—

your sky grey-silver
your tiny leaves of the wild
apple, the budding lilac

tossed hither & yon
on rocking branches

blow down, dear God,
all the partitions
between us and
this holy ground—

mold in the soil
worms ladling it
through their bodies—

Eternal One
blow upon our troubled waters
with your breath

—Marc Hudson,
from Phenologies