Poem for 3rd Sunday in Lent Luke 13:1-9

I don’t feel good

I hurt

and in looking for a why

I find

a them evil has befallen

and I grin

with the assumed connection of

they’ll get theirs

and I feel better somehow

for now

and then I must search again

for a someone

who

in their pain

makes my hurt

less

for now

then through the foggy mist

of my prayer dreams

I hear a voice of God

calling me to repent

calling me to hurt

for the them

calling me to forgiveness

calling me to love

in the midst of my hurt

and feel for the first time

my pain truly disappearing

I think

but I don’t have time to worry about that now

someone needs me.