Before a painting of the unknown Master of Westphal (Pentecost, detail from the Osnabrück reredos, c. 1380, Wallraf-Richartz Museum, Cologne): Mary and the apostles = a bound eucharistic sheaf, set aflame by the Spirit, promise of the harvest to come...
The Passover of night
The Easter of day
Have met in this moment of supreme suspense.
The Bush of flames that once gave name to You
burns again and determines an essential place
the center of intensity of this compression of forms.
All converges and shines forth.
This crossroad of powers
is the propagation of Your life
in ocher and green, clay and foliage.
Earth has its hub,
from the tenuous simmering, diffuse, stabilizing,
You are within reach of our hands, of our lips.
Your bread waters the desert of absence
and anchors our memories
in proclaiming You.
Hands that hope
Faces that are silent and grave,
serious in living for Someone,
open themselves to the seed of their fulfillment.
Fruit surrendered for our hunger and for our thirst
Your bread has the taste of human
and divine life.
Your Spirit
still has no other way out
than to open a gap
and to con-spire with Mary
for this body
And this other body
that, from us,
you produce for this age.
Love then
can do its work:
to re-join us
to gather together what we
might put in discord.
We dwell in longing
to make Your body
come to be.
Come make of us
a sheaf, a wheat stack,
bound within.
And nothing exists
outside the Body…
Ghislaine Côté r.c.
The Cenacle: Its Christological Foundations and Its Spirituality. Paris: Beauchesne, p. 418-419
NB: the title is not by the author.
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