Monday in Holy Week

The sacrifice of God is a troubled spirit;
a broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise.
Psalm 51:18

Now the way twists
elusively familiar and utterly alien
rock-strewn, convoluted,
unimaginable

There is no hope now
but to face into this time

I do not navigate this way
so much as give into it
one foot in front of the other

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