Lent – being opened to transformation

Appalling emptiness, the desert
Solely a vast
… distance

Land-marks deleted;
Emptied of birds
And all life stilled.

In such staring brightness;
the hot air stings with blown sand
desiccating thought, speech…
Urgently
singing a song whose words I have not learnt,

Finding a way
means looking beyond the horizon
(eyes growing full of the distance
in this unfolding space)

Means drinking tears,
Means stumbling into a unperceived dimension;
… means inhabiting my own stretched desert
Until the angels come.                                    L.F.B.

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