Eastertide

A poem for ending a fast

For four years I wrote a poem everyday
To keep the dark thoughts and the demons away
But it became a tools of the demons itself
So for Lent I decided to put it on the shelf
Just for a bit

On special occasionas I brought it out
When I needed another way to talk about
The things that were weighing on my mind
Or a thing that needed rules to hone and find
The truth of it

But now that I'm done with the fast
Now that I can write poems again last
I find the words are slow to break free
And I'm not gonna lie, it's shaken me
In my soul

But that's what lenten fasts are meant for
To push you into Christ more and more
And force you to reckon with dark place
We'd be in if he hadn't made heavenly grace
His earthly goal