Looking back
I could always see
Within the slants of rain
Through the whisps of
Guttering candle smoke
Your shadowed spirit
Walking in the world
So easy on occasion
To turn my back
To slip and slide
Into denial
Not to give a second
Moments thought
To my disloyal will.
Now pausing
At an opening door
I see your shape
Clad in the brown mantle.
Your arm around my shoulder
Leading me on.
JL March 23 11:41
Lenten note from Jeremiah 3:12,14.
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