Walking Through Holy Week

Christ with me,

I can’t walk from palms to cross to empty tomb without you

Christ before me,

marking my trail

Christ behind me,

so I won’t turn back

Christ in me,

my best, truest self

Christ beneath me,

the solid ground, the sacred path

Christ above me,

invisible and infinite

Christ on my right,

in the eyes of my sons

Christ on my left,

in the embrace of friends

Christ when I lie down,

blessing my sleep

Christ when I sit down,

in the food on my table, in the words I read and write

Christ when I arise,

grant me to greet the new day with hope

Christ in the heart of every man (one) who thinks of me,

that my faults cause no harm

Christ in the mouth of everyone who speaks of me,

that their words of me are true

Christ in every eye that sees me,

imperfect and loved

Christ in every ear that hears me.

May the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be

acceptable to you, O Lord, my rock and my salvation.


photograph by Jared Fredrickson, seeker of nature’s beauty, seeker of God.

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