Brothers and sisters, we must prepare
lighting our lamps with care,
loving the Bridegroom
with true faith. We must be like
the young women waiting
for the bridegroom … who lit
their lamps in time ...
waiting for a wedding feast.
But … my heart grieves with frustration,
failing to harbor trust in the One
who promised love, losing hope
when sweet children are driven
away by evil in the house of God.
Grieving mothers we are, whose sons
were betrayed; innocence of daughters
stolen by lies from secular secrets …
always an absent voice there
when I expected truth and concern.
Woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites!
You who have shut the Kingdom of Heaven
against these tender souls. … Do not be called
teachers, for One is your Teacher, the Christ. Matthew 23:13
Rachel weeps for her children, and our mothers
wail for sons and daughters lost to perversion.
But are we, too, ready for the banquet?
Do we forgive, do we pray, remembering to hope?
For now, Christ comes soon … and laments,
sending his mother to teach us wisdom’s sense.
Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you killed the prophets
and stoned those sent to you. How many
times I yearned to gather your children,
as a hen gathers her young under her wings,
but you were unwilling! Matthew 23:39
Are we willing now?
The midnight hour has passed,
and the Light enters in.
Can we forgive, can we hope,
can we believe?
Is our lamp lit in the night?
Heaven’s realm is like ten young women,
waiting for a glimpse of the bridegroom.
Five were foolish and five were wise.
The foolish had no more oil, finding soon
the long darkness could not be filled
with longing. Only the wise who planned,
patiently - waiting with flasks of plenty
to light their lamps,
they awoke and entered in. Matthew 25:1-13
We wait as the bridegroom comes,
warm with the love of his mother,
crouched beneath the folds of her protection,
like chicks nestled under the wings of a hen.
She is the one who waits with us,
soothing our anger, our hurt, our loss …
embracing too, for us,
the glory of the cross.