Wednesday in Holy Week

 

Can you drink the cup that I am going to drink? (Matthew 20:22)

 

Death, like an overflowing stream, Sweeps us away; our life’s dream,

An empty tale, a morning flow’r, Cut down and wither’d in an hour.

(Early American hymn)

 

One only has explored, The deepmost; but he did not die of it.

Not yet, not yet he died. Our human Lord, Touched the extreme; it is not infinite.

 

But over the abyss, Of God’s capacity for woe he stayed

One hesitating hour; what gulf was this? Forsaken he went down, and was afraid.

(Alice Meynell)