a rought lent…

i went to the
Holy Week services
and knelt there,
trying to pray.

there are no words
just silence
emptiness.
always silence
“please….”
please what?
(return, and rescue my soul!)

but that didn’t come.
cloudy head
unprepared
so i kneel.
in silence.
waiting
waiting for
for…
anything.
anything at all.

but you know how it goes.
nothing comes.

an intimate group
standing & the
liturgy begins
sitting
kneeling
peace be with you’s
and i know what to do

‘speak to your heart in silence upon your bed
offer the appointed sacrifices
and put your trust in the lord’

our appointed sacrifices
i can do our appointed sacrifices
it’s that pesky bread
sandwiching
surrounding
my liturgy
our beautiful liturgy.

speak to your heart
in silence upon your bed!
put your trust
in the lord.

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2 Responses to “a rought lent…”

  1. Spring Says:

    This poem speaks to me. It describes what seems a familiar place. Thank you for sharing it.

  2. dana Says:

    Thanks. an all too familiar place…

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