It is Holy Thursday, the start of the Easter Triduum.
I bow my knee.
I still my heart.
I read God's Word.
I contemplate His Son's Love.
There is no music that captures this time for me,
Only silence.
I know He is within me,
And my concerns are in His hands.
I lift up my eyes to heaven
and remember.
The sacrifice, the love,
My salvation, from Above.
Everything else is noise,
Distraction, unwelcome.
For now I remember Jesus' passion and death
And hope in His rising again.
He is inviting me
To sit with Him for at least one hour.
Jesus went to the garden,
and I will go with Him.
(Photo from this site.)
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