Lenten Embertide, Friday, 2020

Lenten Embertide, Friday, 2020

Gone the days when we had eyes to see 
the angel troubling the pool at Bethesda, 
the lame and withered dipped 
into its waters and healed.  

Gone the time when children gathered 
flowers under a pink moon and a man 
raised up his mat and walked, 
vowing to sin no more.

Gone are the days when the Lord walked among us. 

We have other, lesser lords now and no longer 
believe the lame need healing, no longer
believe in a walking God, in concupiscence, 
in the satisfaction of being shriven.

But lo and beware, the days are coming 
when we will wish again for flowers 
and troubling angels, for pale, pink moons, 
for sin and the forgiveness of sin,

for healing waters and a god to believe in.

This poem first appeared in Lydwine Journal. Please check out the journal! It is well worth your time.