In ashes and dusty reminders, the journey into the desert began. Now I seek the autophagy of my soul. In the shimmering distance I see A man In rags Gaunt and hungry. But I have no bread to offer, and he does not ask. I near and as we pass, he whispers hoarsely, “Pray for me.” There is pain in his eyes and in my aching heart I know He is preparing to face the Tempter. We pass, but when I turn to look, He is gone. I march on knowing that in alms, prayer and fasting I would not have the strength. Soon, I will leave the desert. The spring will be renewed, the baptismal waters will flow. Renewed, refreshed, eyes alight A chapter will be turned. But before that light returns, I must go to the garden, Stay awake, And master my fear.
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I hope you are having a good Lent - if you are practicing such. We live in a time of division that is beyond political, it is spiritual and we could all use a little autophagy of our souls.