A Poem
- A Prayer on Good Friday
Grant me today
that I may call upon you
with the deepest and lowest voice.
May I weep over the darkness
embedded within Mary's griving heart,
encountering your unavoidable departure
for the sake of even more souls.
May I also prostrate myself before you
in deep humility
just as Peter bitterly wailed
over his betrayal.
O Lord of love,
You overpowered death
by drinking the bitter cup of death.
May I not boast of imprudent love
without imitating you.
May I be a somber point in the darkness
lying within the stone tomb today
together with those deeply despairing souls
who loved you so deeply
May I be a bright point in the darkness
for having fallen asleep with you,
I shall awaken with you
O Lord of light.
by Sister Claudia Haein Lee
Redeemed by Our Savior, I work out my salvation with fear and trembling in Pohang, South Korea, where I live with my wife, daughter, and son and teach English at a science and technology university. Baptized a Methodist and raised a Missouri Synod Lutheran in Buffalo, NY, I spent six years as a guest of the Anglican Communion before being received by the Grace of God into the One Holy Catholic and Apostolic Church on the Feast of Saint Andrew, my patron, anno domini 2002.
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