Sabbath – Lent Thirty-Four

another wonderful Lenten poem from Peter

Gathering Stones Strung on Threads

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His scent is strong as his stride
this man of iron and blood
who steps from the fields
into the City’s suburbs
He knows nothing but suffering
awaits him in its streets
So does the coyote behind him
Who among those following
grasps why anyone would seek
the solitude of pain in the City
and leave behind the security
of obscurity in the wilds?
Some think of sabotage
Others wonder at the folly
of confronting naked hatred
with nothing more than
unpretentious Love
Still others think nothing
other than their next steps
along the journey to new life
We squander opportunities
to live self`sacrificially
Strangling love snuffs`out
faith’s spirit in our hearts
Fear is as contagious as Love
Only fear stays behind
when Love follows on
Walks the way of solitude
Walks the way of suffering
for the healing of the world
Silently the coyote sings

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A mob’s the same in any age
fickle, shouting, filled with rage.
Ready to love, ready to hate
they welcomed Jesus at the gate
waving palms, Hosannas loud
a surging, eager, hopeful crowd…

who hung him from a cross…

© Maureen Sudlow

Palm Sunday

‘so they took branches of palm trees and went out to meet Him, shouting, “Hosanna!  Blessed is the one who comes in the name of the Lord – ”
John 12:13


foraging along the fence-line
a quiver of quails
in grey morning coats
and feathered fascinators
creating small dust bowls
among the dried grass
reaching the bushes
in staccato dashes

© Maureen Sudlow

– a heap of Californian Quails out by the fence last night.  If you look closely at that first photo you’ll see the bushes are full of them.  Hard to catch though – they move in quick darts..

(click on any photo for more detail)