Rabboni

The Sun rose, brilliantly
and unforgettably wise.

She yearned to
mislay indelible
desolations,

While iron hands
clutched scents of
impossible reverence,

The reliquary’s shining
witnesses requited
by tear-drained eyes.

How she turned from them!

“Where is He?” she
demanded of a lowly
Gardener,

barely a shred of
her former self
in evidence.

“Mary,” He said, the
only word the moment
could demand,

The first word on
the first day of a
recalculated infinity.

Michael James Fitzgerald

See John 20:11–18.

Hear My Dream

The inevitable Man will
burn conscience to ash
if Pilatos hears me not.

I witnessed His suffering,
a visceral dream so low
waking seems only dreaming.

Hear me, infinite
aspiration! Destiny
is not among your gods.

Jupiter this day has
fallen from the
grace of veneration,

And so shall you
if you hear me not—
if you dare with cold fingers
to touch the Soul of the universe.

Michael James Fitzgerald

See Matthew 27:19.

The Last Supper and Gethsemane

I have always been a believer, since as early as I can remember. Thanks to my parents, I was nurtured warmly in the traditions of Christianity as a child, and I took them to heart from the beginning. Even in my sassy pants teenage years, an ember of faith in Jesus Christ glowed in a hidden hearth.

This week, Easter week, is my favorite of the year. I get to relieve the events of each day, on the day (as best we can tell) they happened. Today marks Jesus’s final Passover in an upper room in Jerusalem, the sacred day that He himself instituted in the days of Moses, a day that honors His own eternal sacrifice. Every Sunday we renew our relationship with the Savior by taking of the emblems given to His disciples this night. The Last Supper was also, in a sense, the First Supper.

After they sang a hymn, most likely the Hallel or praise psalms, Psalms 113 through 118. Then Jesus and the elevent walked beyond the walls of Jerusalem to Gethsemane, a nearby olive grove, to prayer, to be alone, to suffer an agon, Greek for contest or struggle. What a monumental and decisive struggle that was, a struggle to pay a debt He did not owe, for those who did not understand or appreciate the cost or toll it required.

Jesus Cleanses the Temple, for the Last Time

The following text is taken from Behold the Man: A Biblical Narrative of the Last Days of Jesus Christ which combines the gospel accounts of Jesus’ last days in a single narrative.


And they come to Jerusalem. And Jesus went into the temple of God and began to cast out all them that sold therein, and them that bought in the temple, and overthrew the tables of the moneychangers, and the seats of them that sold doves, and would not suffer that any man should carry any vessel through the temple.

And he taught saying unto them, “Is it not written, ‘My house shall be called of all nations the house of prayer?’ But ye have made it a den of thieves.”

Matt. 21:12–13; Mark 11:15–17; Luke 19:45–46

Palm Sunday — Jesus’ Triumphal Entry

The following text is taken from Behold the Man: A Biblical Narrative of the Last Days of Jesus Christ which combines the gospel accounts of Jesus’ last days in a single narrative.


AND IT CAME TO PASS, when they came nigh to Jerusalem, and were come unto Bethphage and Bethany, unto the mount called the mount of Olives, then sent Jesus forth two of his disciples, and saith unto them, “Go your way into the village over against you, and as soon as ye be entered into it, ye shall find an ass tied, and a colt with her, whereon yet never man sat: loose them, and bring them unto me.

“And if any man ask you, ‘Why do ye loose him?’ thus shall ye say unto him, ‘Because the Lord hath need of him.’ And straightway he will send them.”

And the disciples went their way, and did as Jesus commanded them, and found even as he had said unto them—the colt tied by the door without in a place where two ways met. And they loose him.

And as they were loosing the colt, the owners thereof that stood there said unto them, “What do ye, loosing the colt?”

And they said unto them, “The Lord hath need of him,” even as Jesus had commanded. And they let them go.

And they brought the ass, and the colt, to Jesus, and they cast upon the colt their garments, and they set Jesus thereon.

All this was done that it might be fulfilled which was spoken by the prophet, saying, “Tell ye the daughter of Sion, behold, thy King cometh unto thee, and sitting upon an ass, and a colt the foal of an ass.”

These things understood not his disciples at the first, but when Jesus was glorified, then remembered they that these things were written of him, and that they had done these things unto him.

And a very great multitude spread their garments in the way; others cut down branches from off the trees, and strawed them in the way.

The people therefore that was with him when he called Lazarus out of his grave, and raised him from the dead, bare record. For this cause the people also met him, for that they heard that he had done this miracle.

And when he was come nigh, even now at the descent of the mount of Olives, the whole multitude of the disciples began to rejoice and praise God with a loud voice for all the mighty works that they had seen. And the multitudes that went before, and they that followed, cried, saying,

“Hosanna to the Son of David! Blessed is the King that cometh in the name of the Lord.

“Blessed be the kingdom of our father David, that cometh in the name of the Lord. Peace in heaven, and hosanna in the highest!”

And some of the Pharisees from among the multitude said unto him, “Master, rebuke thy disciples.”

And he answered and said unto them, “I tell you that, if these should hold their peace, the stones would immediately cry out.”

The Pharisees therefore said among themselves, “Perceive ye how ye prevail nothing? behold, the world is gone after him.”

Matt. 21; Mark 11; Luke 19

The Great Quiet

The soul of the earth holds
me with her arms, those
enfolding secrets of quiet.

“Listen,” she whispers to
delirious ears, “for my
desperate, insistent heart.”

For decades, nothing. Then:

“Forgive me, Mother.
I hear you now, and your
immense, dark silence.”

Michael James Fitzgerald

Photo courtesy Cristi Fitzgerald ❤️