How’s your Lent? Mine has been…arid, thank you. Perhaps it’s because the entire last year has had a Lenten quality to it, but I’m finding this season especially rough. I don’t feel like I’m connecting with my goals. I’m impatient. I am tired of wandering through the desert of my soul. And I’m sure I’m not alone. In more ways than one.
I made myself a desert place
and waited for Lent to come,
to roll like a storm,
rinse grit from my sand-caked soul,
beat into me a scrubbed resolve.
Instead, came dervishes of whirling dust,
heat to crack the skin, no shepherd
to steer me as pellets pocked my eyes.
I made myself a desert place
and longed for Lent to find me,
devour me like manna, drink me to the lees,
like the swollen tongue of a parched wanderer.
Instead, I have ceased seeking saints
to reckon with my resemblance
to things that slither in the shadows,
tongues primed to flick my skin, name me kin.
I made myself a desert place
and begged for Lent to change me
only to find I will not reach the other side
until the Lent of life finds me fallen
on the final dune outside the city
I sought so far, so long.
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March 3, 2021 at 7:03 pm
rhcwilliams
“I made myself a desert place
and longed for Lent to find me”
This piece is so powerful, Lori! So vivid and intense. And, as usual, I feel you!
March 7, 2021 at 4:29 pm
apoet'svisionKrissy
yes!! I agree powerful, ❤❤
March 15, 2021 at 4:15 pm
Christian acticles
💪 words. More grace.
March 15, 2021 at 9:33 pm
suebe
Hmm. Maybe this is what has been wrong with me lately.