Lenten Journey
Reaching down into the darkness;
Moving slowly through moist earth;
The seedling grows by day unnoticed
Plunged into a primal search.
We are sensing, driving, reaching
For that sustenance by night;
An umbilical connection to unquenchable streams of Light
Our portion is acceptable;
The water drawn is livable;
These are the depths from which we cry;
Holding fast, holding fast as the hem of a garment passes by.
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