Here, on Good Friday, the last day of Lent, Laurel and I conclude our Lenten conversation with one more poem and image.
Laurel’s poem prompt, “Quicken,” articulates the restless dissatisfaction and the sense of “dare I hope that things can be different?” characteristic of us in our human state. Those feelings have only been amplified by the strangeness of the past year and its restrictions, imposed because of the pandemic.
uncentered self, to you.
This week it’s all ‘the holy’ I have.
not because of anything,
it’s just well, everything, and
I don’t want it to go back
to the way it was. Not entirely. There.
I said it. Whispered it
our into your silence.
Can this atom of, I don’t know – hope?
be enough for you to split
and quicken me back to life?
© 2021 Laurel Archer – all rights reserved
The word “split” in Laurel’s poem opened the visual door for me. I thought of the way a germinating seed splits to let out new life. But in the process it dies. Yes, that too is part of the gospel message–a part that makes this dark Friday “good.”:
“Unless a grain of wheat falls into the ground and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it produces much grain” – John 12:24 NKJV.
In the end, I opted to portray a bulb instead of a grain of wheat, with a sprout that has just split open its white shroud.
So, Lent is past. But stay tuned. Easter is just around the corner!