my days are consumed with easter planning at the moment – Good Friday, Easter Sunday, and take away Easter Saturday postcards to get ready for the prisons; the Easter Saturday sacred space / art installation here in the city… Lent is passing me by completely. i feel somewhat jealous of everyone who’s living the wilderness and contemplation.
i’ve given up guilt for lent…
i’m grateful you’re keeping your distance, jesus
while i wander in this wilderness.
[you know the demons that have to be faced alone]
i would not want your arm around me
or anyone’s well meaning word of comfort.
all the company i need
is an indentation in the ground
showing where you’ve lain down before me
and a broken branch
that says someone else has walked here.