Tuesday in Holy Week
Depart from me all evildoers,
for the Lord has heard the sound of my weeping.
Psalm 6:8
approaches its end
from moment
to moment I step
from one terrain to another
The holy path
the ubiquitous
the oblivious
Each its own stream
claiming
my attention
my effort
I yearn to immerse myself
my thoughts
my focus
my aching soul
in the sacred
where my weeping is heard
my tears kept and counted
