• lenten journal: bearings

    by  • April 16, 2019 • fear, grief, hope, lenten journal • 2 Comments


    as soon as the fires went out we started
    looking for hope among the ruins

    sharing the same picture over and over
    of the cross beaming in the rubble

    I read that the towers were still standing
    that the organ had not been destroyed

    heard promise after promise of rebuilding
    even as the smoke still whispered to the stones

    to grasp the geography of being alive
    we need some direction when our maps burn

    and we are left with an on-the-fly cartography
    from some that act as though explanations

    will help us find our way somehow but
    too many times those roads run to retaliation

    against those whose hearts are broken too
    though maybe for different reasons than ours

    someone meant to burn the churches in St. Landry
    suicide bombers want to damage all they can

    some of them in lands more ancient than Paris
    but what does it mean that a cathedral

    could become charred ruins by accident
    is there anywhere safe on our map

    never mind I know the answer to the
    last one even though we hardly say it

    none of us has a map to safety
    the best we can do is stick together

    and I don’t mean just you and me
    we need more than us to make our way

    there is no map to safety I said that
    already but it seems to bear repeating



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    2 Responses to lenten journal: bearings

    1. Leah King
      April 16, 2019 at 9:49 pm

      As a young woman directing a church choir we learned “for it is thou, Lord, thou, Lord, only, that makest me dwell in safety.” It often comes to mind these 50+ years later.

      • noralyn carpenter
        April 17, 2019 at 5:13 pm

        I am singing that in my mind, Leah. Thank you for the reminder

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