Living the Zeal of Benedict

a blog by Sister Marilyn Schauble, OSB

I, the highest and fiery power,
have kindled every living spark.
A flame above the beauty of the fields.
I shine in the waters.
In the sun and moon and the stars, I burn.
And by means of the airy wind
I stir everything into quickness,
with a certain invisible life which sustains all things.
I, the fiery power, lie hidden in these things
and they blaze for me.

Hildegard of Bingen - 12th c Mystic

Come, Holy Spirit, come!
And from your celestial home
shed a ray of light divine!

Come, God of the poor!
Come, source of all our store!
Come, within our hearts shine.

You, of comforters the best;
you, the soul’s most welcome guest;
sweet refreshment here below;
in our labor, rest most sweet;
grateful coolness in the heat;
solace in the midst of woe.

O most blessed Light divine,
shine within these hearts of yours,
and our inmost being fill!

Where are you not, we have naught,
nothing good in deed or thought,
nothing free from taint of ill.

Heal our wounds, our strength renew;
on our dryness pour your dew;
wash away our guilt:
bend the stubborn heart and will;
melt the frozen, warm the chill;
guide the steps that go astray.

On the faithful, who adore and confess you,
evermore in your sevenfold gift descend;
give them virtue’s sure reward;
give them your salvation, God;
give them joys that never end. Amen.
Alleluia!

Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia!

I am no longer afraid of death,
I know well its darkness
and cold corridors leading to life.
I am afraid rather of that life
which does not come out of death.
I live each day to kill death.
I die each day to beget life,
and in this dying until death,
I die a thousand time and am reborn
another thousand through that love
from my community, which nourishes hope.
You will then know how marvelous it is
to live threatened with Resurrection!
To dream awake,
to keep watch asleep,
to live while dying
and to already know oneself resurrected.
Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia!

(Threatened with Resurrection
by Julia Esquivel p. 63, 65)

EASTER SEQUENCE

Christians to the Paschal Victim,
offer your thankful praises.

A Lamb redeems the sheep;
Christ, who is sinless,
reconciles sinners to our Creator.

Life and death fought together in great combat.
The Sign of Life, who died, reigns immortal.

Tell us, Mary, what you saw on your way.
"I saw the tomb of the living Christ,
the glory of Jesus' resurrection.

The angels gave witness to the empty shroud.
Christ, my hope, is risen from the dead;
he goes before us into Galilee."

We know that Christ is risen from the dead,
our new life obtaining.
Have mercy on us, victorious one.

Amen! Alleluia!

Christians to the Paschal Victim,
offer your thankful praises.

My feet
are homeless
are lonely
stand in endless lines:
unemployment, soup kitchens

My feet
carry the weight of hunger
of addiction
of mental health challenges
of physical disabilities
of being an immigrant, a refugee

My feet
are a different color
a different gender
are a different culture
believe in a different god

My feet
are angry
are anchored in fear
rely on more guns
more division

My feet
are sad
are isolated
are devastated
may die alone
the VIRUS

My feet
pursue our right
to clean air and water
to work for non-violence
to witness hope

Have you washed these feet?

Do you understand what I have done for you? You address me as "teacher," and fitting enough, for that is what I am. If I have washed your feet - I who am teacher - then you must wash each other's feet. What I just did was to give you an example. As I have done, so you must do.

John 13:12-15

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