Unnoticed



(a poem for Lent)

Peace lost
the absence of
rhythm. Loud doors
shout my attention
blocking my vision to
what lies unnoticed
behind. My pain
lingers, laced
with arrogance,
fear and despair. I
grieve the loss
and am lost in my
self-appreciation covering
my frailty with
noise and business.
The doors stay shut
to my hammering and
outrage. I am
locked out. I
am lost. I
need not. For
behind lies the open
door: In
God, in me
God in all
unnoticed

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