lent/triduum

forty days waiting, watching
watching Jesus on his way
from Galilee and life
toward Jerusalem, toward death

while all around us, we watch
watch the season change
from cold, from snow
from lifelessness, from death
to the unmistakable promise of new life

the shoots poke up from the ground
even as we prepare to bury our savior

the buds pop out on the fruit trees
as we prepare to nail the messiah
to the stark, barren, tree of death

forty days, now, change to three

we get ready to set the supper table
knowing that later we will betray, deny

for now, though,
we wait