In progress...

This is a poem in progress, but part of my Lenten practice this year is to write something every day. Could be poetry, could be a letter, could be 'most anything. I am working on a Lenten poem, too, but here's what's been bouncing around in my head since I read a blog post the other day (by Donald Miller and from which I borrowed heavily).

I was told,

once,

the world

had been missing me

that

insomuch as

the world is a 

gift 

to me--

(rather surprisingly)

I am a gift 

to the world--

an ineffable verity

long forgotten

in the days since:

all I saw was 

complete loveliness

all I heard was

replete symphony

all I felt was

hunger

or pain

or pleasure...

you know, the real

elements

of life:

pure and unadulterated--

the raw honey 

poets try to hawk

on street corners

and farmers markets

and the side of

some rural highway