Today, Lord, not that much matters.
It is one of those grey non-entity
Days, where nothing much happens,
The routine of monotonous minutes
Ploughing into the hours with no moment.
Until, Lord, I bump into You at the corner
Where You have been waiting for me
And I see the importance of the time
For preparation, working on the readiness
For our meeting.
You asked me, Lord, how I spend the days
Of Lent, where was I in the wilderness
When we were not talking. For
There was matter in the time,
And colour in the moments
I did not see til Easter now.