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From Here (on Lent’s near border)

Spring is hidden there

Deep beneath the ice

In depths never charted

In a way the pond does not know

Spring is here.

 

Spring is hidden there.

In the marrow of the sleeping tree trunks

In the cold silence

That does not expect to flow again

Spring is here.

 

Spring is hidden there.

In each blade of grass

Brownish gray

Unbending unconscious unnoticed

Spring is here.

 

Spring is hidden there.

Deep in our hearts

Beneath the scar tissue of

Unspoken loves

Failed dreams

Angry words

Dessicated sin

Denied vulnerability

Spring is here.

 

Spring is hidden there.

In this week’s ashes

Blackened and cold

Dead and gone

In mortality embraced

And repentance renewed

Spring is here.

~ JPM 2/12/18

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Author:

A native of the North Shore of Boston, I currently live on Long Island, New York. I worked at Boston College as the Acting Director of The Church in the 21st Century Center until August, 2010 and served until November 2016 as Canon for Formation, and Dean of the George Mercer Jr. School of Theology of the Diocese of Long Island. I am now Rector at the Church of Saint Anselm of Canterbury in Shoreham, New York.

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