
Monday in the Third Week of Lent
Why no! I never thought other than / That God is that great absence / In our lives, the empty silence / Within, the place where we go / Seeking, not in hope to
Arrive or find. He keeps the interstices / In our knowledge, the darkness / Between stars. His are the echoes / We follow, the footprints he has just / Left. We put our hands in…
His side hoping to find

