Lenten Ground

Lent.

Ash, shadow, memory.

But there has been too much
ash, ashes, we all
fall down
in this burning world,
hungry world,
eating world, shadows
fall too long
on this lenten ground, stealing
the spring,
its fragile resurrections.

Tears in the wine,
blood on a handshake,
do not touch my forehead
with your holy finger, no more
ashes, imprints
of slaughtered fires, broken
wings.

This body can give nothing more,
cannot give up
one more dream, vision, bread
breaking, it is
breaking.

Lent.

If there be any love
in this universe, perhaps
it can find me here,
waiting, putting the cork back
in aging wine, sweeping
the floor, tying up tired bones
one more time, one more
slow spring,
one more kiss
to the foreheads of the children,
one more

Lent.

-s. rochelle

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