Lent, In a Time of War

Where the young girls sat in the sunshine
along the river and the young men
strutted and swore, thunder was heard.

Night came suddenly, sun sliced
to darkness. A curtain dropped
before the eyes of a thousand people,
millions more.

Memory was blind to the iron
and rust of history. No one had thought
the cities would swirl up again in flame,
dust and ashes eager for the sky.

The tulips were profligate that spring,
blood-red cups brimming, the sun
pouring into them like gold.

For Lent that year, they gave up fear.

One thought on “Lent, In a Time of War

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s