I. Anxiety/Coals

~a Lenten poem, in three parts~

Just when will I get to
Elijah-level desolation?

Must there be
suicide, an irreversible
move, a maniacal
woman, or will run-of-the-mill

betrayal do the trick? Basically
Lord, I’m asking
when to expect 

ravens
at the brook?

How long before you, O
Mighty One, bring me

bread, yourself

—prepared your favorite
way (over hot coals)
or meat— 

   Send out the birds, 
   the angels, all the wings 
   of heaven— anything

   that swoops 
   down to accompany
   the Voice 

Get up and eat,
for the journey 
is too much 
for you

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*This is the start of a Lenten 3-week miniseries.

*This poem has a strong connection, for me, with another poem I’ve shared on here, Every Night a Funeral.

*If you are a fellow CotCer, two of these 3 may be included in our Easter Vigil this year; you’ll have to be there to find out!