• lenten journal: wait

    by  • April 2, 2015 • grief, lenten journal, poetry • 3 Comments

    perhaps we cannot understand—
    no matter how many holy weeks
    we live—the way that time must have
    emptied out into the darkness
    when they the took him from the garden.

    we mark the days between with names
    like good and holy, and know that
    they are the days between and not
    the beginning of whatever
    comes after everything is lost.

    they went back to the upper room
    or went crying into the night,
    one way or another they found
    their way back to one another
    and did all that they could do: wait.

    then tonight we read the story
    and extinguished each of the lights;
    Ginger carried Christ candle
    out of the sanctuary . . . some-
    times it causes me to tremble . . .

    and after Supper we went out
    and sat at another table
    with friends, and walked out to find the
    moon like a cosmic Christ candle:
    the darkness cannot put it out.

    Peace,
    Milton

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    3 Responses to lenten journal: wait

    1. Leah King
      April 3, 2015 at 9:04 am

      Maundy Thursday’s moon! Cosmic Christ candle indeed.

    2. April 3, 2015 at 9:36 am

      Beautiful, Milton. Thank you.

    3. Judith Woelke
      April 3, 2015 at 2:19 pm

      Cosmic Christ Candle-lovely image.

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