In all the years we have been passing Easter here in Bagni di Lucca there’s no better way to start off this day of hope and peace than attending Easter Mass at the Convento dell’Angelo, that incandescently beautiful building on the hill above Ponte a Moriano. The convent is Nottolini’s masterpiece and, until a short while ago, was the home of the Passionist fathers so closely associated with that neglected Lucchese Saint Gemma and now Maestro Kuhn’s musical academy.
I’ve written so much about the convent that I won’t repeat it here. If you want to know more about this stunning place see my posts at:
The programme of the Easter Mass, which was as usual officiated by Passionist father Giovanni Battista accompanied by the musicians of the Academia di Montegral, was as follows:
The Mass was so beautiful and enhanced by the most wonderful music on earth,
After this, in in every way, high experience we returned home to enjoy our Easter lunch. What with Sandra’s true English lamb chop, her delicious lasagne, and two cakes one baked by each one of us we celebrated this most important event in the liturgical year with joy.
Yet we could not sadly ignore the fact that in the world at large this has been one of the most violent Easters on record. How could anyone, for instance, blow up buses containing refugees from that horrifying conflict in Syria when all they were trying to do was to find peace in some part of this increasingly vicious world? The picture of that girl with her cat boarding the suicide bus will for ever haunt me. Where are they now, I wonder?
My Easter card poem this year reflected this tragic Easter.
The day is crying
our hearts are sighing;
is our soul dying?
There is such lying
such false replying
such gross betraying.
The world’s belying:
we are all shying
from those denying.
Yet death defying,
our sad eyes drying,
our fears allaying,
our hope supplying:
our True God and King
gifts us our life’s spring
anew helps us sing.
*Evil servants of Sauron in Tolkien’s ‘Lord of the Rings’.
**Aramaic, Christ’s language, meaning ‘The Messiah is Risen’.