Today, a lovely, brand new Lenten poem from Tim Watson.
“Lenten Waiting 2025,” by Tim Watson
We wait in the dark
While tech bros and oligarchs
Tear the world apart
Ransoming nations
For minerals and gold
In a story so old
It plays on repeat
Century after century
.
We wait in the dark
Marked by ash crosses
Counting our losses as
Yet another dream dies
Another fire extinguishes
With no sense we’ll survive
We wait in the dark
Lighting candles in shadowed parks
Taking night walks
Looking for signs
Reading – praying – hoping
For something that will spark
We wait in the dark
Terrified of the foundations we’ve laid
Too ashamed to change our ways
The trajectory stays the same:
World-ending flames
Unless Messiah comes to save us and
Lift us out of the mire
Take us to some place higher
Where a deity with beard will draw near
We wait in the dark
Too sated to challenge the narrative
To break up the systems of greed
To turn to something more earthy
With Messiah on hands and knees
Planting seeds
Whispering about the dark
Never extinguishing light
No matter the length of night
We wait in the dark
With hope in our hearts
Laments and praises on our
Spittled speech with
Heaven just out of reach
The truth that we seek.
