Monday, March 7, 2011

LAUNCHING INTO LENT

An original poem

Obediently,
We sauntered into
Ash Wednesday's service.
Kneeling,
We were marked--
as much a sign of
obligation as mild
intention.

Lent launched
as we straggled up the
gangplank.
Though winded,
we're on board--
a bit bewildered about
where this journey ends,
somewhat unsure of
the purpose of this
passage.

When inspiration flags
discipline and duty
carry us.
Where vision is obscured,
the immediate horizon a fog,
soundings resonate
direction.

Others seem more
certain of this voyage--
Sails are trimmed and
crew busy themselves.
But we aren't sure
whether we should
settle in to rest
or keep watch
at the bow.

We're asked to
give up something--
to lighten the load?
Have we not already
given up home and land
for this untethered vessel
churning thru
inhospitable seas
to an undisclosed
location?

After a few days at sea
we notice atop the mast
flies a flag--are those
cross bones?
What were we thinking
when we bought the ticket
marked "Destination Port:
Calvary"?

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