bleak day,
grief and pain settle
like a heavy mantle
upon our souls,
and there is nothing
we can do, nothing to be done…
+
bleak day,
how long your hours
of waiting, waiting
enduring, waiting…
+
if I could glimpse the flickering
flame of Holy Thursday hope
through the veil
of tears that haunts my eyes
that would be enough
to see me through…
+
but my heart is numb
with straining,
so I will wait, and cling to
what is left of love
and pour my grief
into these ointments
embalming myself
with their fragrant
consolation….
+
bleak day,
there is nothing to be done,
nothing…
Eternal footsteps 