lenten journal: the space between our sufferings
the space between our sufferings
this is one of those nights
when the day has been long
and I’m looking for words
in a blank book of an evening
because I promised I would
have something to say
I promised to meet you here
I have riffled through the
pages of my memory
hoping a story would tell
itself or at least tell me
something worth saying
and all I have to offer is
this space between our
sufferings come sit with
me maybe we don’t need
to say anything but that
Peace,
Milton