Wilderness Journey, Day 19

Zennias by my window.

During Lent 2012, I attempted to write a Lenten poem everyday. I failed, succeeding on only 18 occasions with a bloggable (which is questionable) poem. This year I am attempting once again to at least get to my goal of 40. We'll see how I do. 

The beauty of Lent to me is that I have an intentional time of trying to do better, of trying to focus on Jesus instead of me, of trying to look inwardly, of trying to add more spiritual and Godly elements to my life...so that I can be better.

The love and forgiveness of God is always before me during Lent because I fail at doing better so often and so thoroughly. In my failures I realize my true need for my savior. It is in him I live and because of him that I even have a life to try to better with.



The poem with the question...what is your mountain?

That Mountain

 

How can I miss that mountain,

when before me daily it stands?
How can I slide by unseeing,
looking past its power
its height, its weight, its force, its place?
How can I shield my face?

©2013 Judy H. Eurey

Wilderness Journey, Day 2

Wind In
The movement so strong
    as to sling leaves by like bullets
    as to suck breath asunder
    as to bend the backs of bridges

The pressing so fierce
    as to stutter the storm door
    as to fidget the frantic chime
    as to worry the family dog
      whose ears stand high
      whose eyes grow bold
      whose nose is posed for the passing scent

Into my soul, I pray my Lord, blow.
Into my dank dimness, I pray my Lord, force the fresh fragrance of the Holy.



 

©2012 Judy H. Eurey

Wilderness Journey, Day 1 (A Lenten Poem)

Rather than up, I go down
Rather than out, I go in
  Spirit lead me to the space of my soul;
  the space you inhabit,
     and I extol
as wilderness.
            
                  Oh! See the
frank failures confront us
little leagues of errors that skirt like kits around our knees
mislaid plans hobbling to and fro upon knobby crutches
outdated intentions depositing their duty corner by corner
meager offerings dangling like so many market-bound beef sides

                 This wilderness reeks,
its darkness cool, dank and needy
its air poor, used and wanting.

©2012 Judy H. Eurey