Broken Bells

Divest of beauty
The day crawls

Night edges out boredom
And lethargy takes its place

The ship has sailed
The glory departed

What is left but burnt cinder
And a cold cup of tea
left unattended?

This leaden body
This lenten season

This self-conscious word
This selfish soul

Languishing disaster.

And yet ...
When we cry out:
O God save us!
From the horror
From the terror of the midday shadow
From ourselves

You came.

infinity and eternity
reduced into a child's body.

This flesh, this blood.
Eat, drink.