sero te amavi

Late have I loved you....

Like Peter today I denied you, but you are hard to see in lecherous old men - and I ran.

Nor did I follow the Marys to Golgotha, but wept for myself instead.

Late have I loved you....

thursday moves to friday.....

Would you find me faithful at this hour
not praying, but keeping my own watch
for the coming I've never quite experienced
a revelation along my own emmaus road
that there is something more than this present darkness
and the silence a little less loud than it seems
now that the curtain is rent
and the passion has come
but I too am weary
no better than the disciples
and though this day I have followed the steps
I have have yet to find my own cup to drink
and all my crosses are still not yours
until I see your face