Lent in Weary Land

And this then now

is our Lenten season: 

yours, Mine, ours -

waiting and hurting,

pleading, plodding,

bracing against despair,

clutching the promise

that is our heart's foundation,

fount of hope and blessing,

our bridal heart’s Groom,

healing and grace for our shriveled

withholding hands and suffering

land where we gather and pray,

and seek a Savior out there,

rather than the Resurrection

knocking from within.

Wait well.  Be encouraged.

Tears in Gethsemane dew the roses

with our Beloved’s name.

The star still rises. Pilgrims journey

and the called commune,

seeing a Hope in the distance

of our own hearts felt first sparked 

deep within the promise of the Word -

spoken, projected, activated,

made flesh, spurned to rise again

And in-dwelling -

speaking still:

"Behold -

your waiting will end.  

Your hurting will be healed.

Embrace -

My love for you that never changes; My love that always claims you.

Belong -

to Me as I belong to you,

the tender-hearted walking together,

your heart and hand in Mine.

Become -

and know in each moment,

of darkness and silence,

of doubt and pain,

that because I have become,

you, also will become.

I am here. I am Home. 

I am also arriving.

I am That I Am.

And so are you, My child.

The clouds will again break

as when the stone rolled away

and we will leave grave clothes behind,

exchange ashes for beauty,

and know a brand new day.”

- PreetamDas Kirtana

pdk

3/21/24