A Liturgical Infatuation
We met late in Common Time;
weeks between Pentecost and Advent.
and attraction leading to admiration.
Seeing something beautiful
both on the surface and deeper inside.
Advent and its hopeful maybes.
Greater dreams on a foggy horizon.
and a few shared smiles
to ring in the new year.
Yet one cannot be past Assumption
and its "happily ever afters,"
when yet to feel
Candlemas and its soft glow.
and the pre-lenten Sundays,
their Latin stripped away,
and a dull lack of movement.
But Good Friday came far too early
And Ash Wednesday only confirms
the sad truth,
Feeling Lent as one long Holy Saturday.
So I sit here
mourning the burst bubble of my feelings.
Watching as the sun rises sooner,
And waiting for something new,
and the renewed hope of Easter.