On the Feast of the Pandemic Ascension 2020

Epiphany’s

Blood

Stained

Gifts.

 

Transfigured

With

The

Hammer

of

Blood

Red

Lies.

 

Illiterate

Brexitian

Rusty

Nails

Hinge

Christ

Pandemic

In

Pain

On

The

Covidian

Cross.

 

Breeding

Screaming

Echoes

Nightmare

Repeating.

 

Iago

Tied

Judas

Down.

 

With

Poz

Greedy

Pleasure

Iago

Raped

Judas

Raw.

 

Blood

Dyed

Thirty

Pieces

of

Silver.

 

Ascension’s

Triptych

Salutes

Sentinel

Hinged

Truth

Today.

 

Torn

Purple

Robes

Wrapped[1].

 

Rusty

Nail

Marked.

Christ’s

Covidian

Body.

Carries

Pandemic

Home.

 

 

Copyright

© Lottie E. Allen

Ascension Day

Thursday 21 May

In the Year of Our Lord Two Thousand and Twenty

 

 

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[1] There is a deep imperial purple thread of three Feasts that run through the patterns of the Church’s liturgical year. The Feasts of the Epiphany, the Transfiguration and the Ascension define the life of the Church. Through them we learn what the Incarnation looks, feels, and smells like.

The Feast of the Epiphany unpacks the theology of Christmas. The Feast of the Transfiguration grapples with the pain of Holy Week. (The contemporary Church has repackaged this as a pain free story, and in so doing has failed to understand it). The Feast of the Ascension explores the mystery of God, the realisation that the humanity of Christ changes heaven, and addresses the vexed structural issue of the ancient narratorial task of disposing of the body.

 

These three Feasts are hinged: they gift us a Triptych in which we live in the mystery and explore the warp and the woof of the Eucharist, the Incarnation, and the Holy and Undivided Trinity.