Silent Alleluia

Pondering my penitence, my alleluias are silent.

I reflect in silence, feeling my separation from God,

In exile, in the wilderness, I wait beyond Babylon.

Buried in the water of my baptism, I wait…

Wait for germination; hidden, silent, gravid;

Expectant, watchful, I anticipate transformation.

As Spirit hovers over the foaming waters of creation

Swirling the winds of change, of time,

I await, I await, I await the return of joyful alleluias.


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