A Lament

This piece was written and performed for the Maundy Thursday service held at St. Stephen's church in Sewickley, PA on March 28, 2013. 




Mary comes in with the Alabaster jar in her hands that was used to anoint Jesus.  She is praying in solitude.

Our Father who art in heaven.  Hallowed be thy name.  Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven….
He taught me to pray these words.  To ask that you bring your will here now as it is in heaven.
I remember the first time I saw him.  He looked at me.  He saw me.  And he somehow knew me better than anyone has ever known me.  I’ve never felt so terrified and yet so loved.
I have always had questions.  He let me ask.  Hard questions.  It didn’t matter that I am a woman.  That the other disciples looked down on me.  He cares about me.
I wanted him to know that I am ready to commit to this future he speaks of.
And now it is all broken.  They’ve arrested him.  Why?  Why? I don’t understand. Where are you?  How can this be your will? If he is your son why are you letting him suffer?
Why, O Lord, do you stand far off? 
Why do you hide yourself in times of trouble?   (Psalm 10)
O God, do not keep silent;
Be not quiet, O God, be not still.
See how your enemies are astir,
How your foes rear their heads.
With cunning they conspire againstyour people;
They plot against those you cherish.  (Psalm 83)
Out of the depths I cry to
You, O Lord;
O Lord, hear my voice.
Let your ears be attentive
To my cry for mercy. (Psalm 130)

© Sarah Carleton 2013