Running out of water in the holy lands

A little Lenten story

First in the north, 
between fruit trees and shade, 
it seemed it should be more difficult 
than this to die, 
except for the envy 
of avocadoes and apricots, 
hoarding the hidden streams 
of mercy for themselves;

It made more sense
in the south, where sand slips
beneath the feet, dry
as a memory carved into crumbling 
rock, worn away by storms 
long forgotten by the sky.

In between – 
because when will I learn – 
somewhere on the roadside, 
rescued by the kindness of strangers 
who made their children share 
with the foreign fool 
something of their life.

About Rosalind C Hughes

Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing , and Whom Shall I Fear? Urgent Questions for Christians in an Age of Violence, both from Upper Room Books. She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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