Prompted poetry: go

Discipline is practice, and the reason practice can make perfect is that one is not perfect to begin with. So after an unexpected Sabbath break as well as a planned First Day break, I take up my discipline, my Lenten practice, again.


What you seek is not here, the bright young man
told the weeping women. The one you look for is out there, always
somewhere ahead, leading the way, calling you
into the world of saints and sinners who suffer and love
one another. Go and tell the others
what you have seen, what you have heard, and ask them
to join you in the search.




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