Wanting March 10, 2017Posted by vsap in Blogroll, Poetry, Uncategorized.
When there is no preaching left
and another season of Lent is in the books
where will I find myself?
Where will you be found?
Mercy is a sacred conception
melting in the hands of the worldly
so doesn’t it melt in every human hand?
Where can it be found whole and unsullied?
If there is no frontier out of our grasp
then we own a disembodied fear of being lost
in the badlands between our needs and wants
and how do we avoid those dangerous paths?
Forgetting the summer and regretting the Fall
I have lessons to learn throughout winter
but how do I learn from the cold and lingering snow?
Do I have enough wood to keep me secure?