Holy One,
“Time moves slowly, but passes quickly.” *
How long will this Lent last?
I no longer know how to count the days in your presence,
Because they spilled purple ink on my calendar.
The ink blurred it all –
The certainties,
The doubts,
The inconsistencies.
The ink smeared it all –
My hand,
My hair,
My thoughts.
The more I try to clean,
Dirtier I get.
Purple of the contrition,
But also, of the mystery,
Purple of the spirituality that gains new colors
And that opens up itself in a kaleidoscope of possibilities.
“I think it pisses God off
If you walk by the color purple
In a field somewhere
And don't notice it.” *
*Alice Walker, The Color Purple
