III. Anxiety/Waters of Baptism

~a Lenten poem, in three parts~

Ease this busy mind, Lord—

	the worry wandering, daily 

paths of perfect peacelessness— 

wade in with me 

and wend through ways

	that wind relentlessly.

We beseech thee— light the ancient darkened pass 

I’m weary of risking alone— flooded, 

footsore, ever on the edge 

	of frantic— Where is your faith?          you ask

as if the storm were a sprinkle, as if 

	the fury were imagined? It’s night

Lord, thrashing waves require an
            
                            attentiveness                     I fear 	           

                 you do not offer— 	

vigilant, I groan, I grasp, and circling

	without you, drown. 

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*Here ends the 3-part Lenten miniseries, readers.

*Next Wednesday I’ll begin three weeks (maybe more?) of Holy Week poems. And then? Y’all, we’ll be in Eastertide then, and my poems will take a decisive turn towards Hope (I hope).