Fr. Andy Parker shared the poetry of Franz Wright with his poetry class last Sunday and then emailed me his notes. The notes from this class have been fodder for Lenten reflection over the last month. I've never read Wright, but his poetry caught me by surprise. It's dark and even maybe a little hard to read, but it leaves one with a sense of hope - a glimpse of resurrection.
Her heart leaks through her eyes
her chest heaves with heaviness
and her bones ache.
Hope stirs and reaches
for that new life
joy of infant delight
and too-oft repeated “knock-knock” jokes.
“Newness of life” she whispers
as waters continue
to stream through the sieves.
ready to break into bloom.