(Lent: Week One)

Chill and dank

Is my soul

—Emotions, mind, will—

Closed, under ground;

I’m hiding here

In my sin

Frustrated, and unsure

How to escape

Holy Doors barred,

Soul windows shuttered

In many here

Sitting on pews

Or kneeling down

Before the altar

In rote movements

Receiving the Eucharist

Ancient doors: Open!

Fling wide all

The heart gates

And enter in!

King of Glory,

Illumine what in

Me is dark—

Be my Liberty

Make me vulnerable

And free within,

Shining your light

Into every crevice,

Making me resplendent.

I am incandescent,

Blazing with your

Holiness, like starlight

Enter the universe

—Too small to

Fully hold you—

By entering me,

Tabernacle set apart,

Replete with you

In my body,

Soul, and spirit.