Leaving Home for Lent

Ford Lake 3By Ric Hudgens
Last year for Lent instead of giving up
coffee, chocolate, fried chicken I packed
a single bag and ran away from home.
Irish monks used to begin pilgrimage
by rowing to the middle of the river
then tossing their oars overboard.

One day in the middle of my journey
I woke to find forgotten fears staring
over my shoulder in the morning mirror.
I heard the whisper of an unfulfilled promise,
felt the pull of earth’s gravity upon my feet
increasing the traction of my soul.
Even Jesus wandered off, yes he did,
knowing that only the lost can be found,
only wanderers ever find their true home.

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