LENT WILDERNESS 2025
High towers once inalienable
Upended one by one
The dust of their falling
Sticks to the clothes, grits in the toes
As we stagger ill-shod and unbelieving
Through the wasteland
Of past certainties
Our hearts shot through
With the insult of this
And all betrayals
We take a long hard look
At the blank landscape of our time
Inked over day by day against our will
By the hand of one
Who should, we thought, have been a friend
And so, this no-mans-land
Where right is wrong
Is our new normal
Here we stand
Aimless in the wilderness
Tempted to gorge our minds
On anything that’s placed at hand
To colonise our souls
And fill the void
Within which we must face
A silent confrontation
With ourselves
In order to discern which trace to follow
When the track forks in the desert road
And only one leads to the other side
Mud at the wall 