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