Carol O'Connor
It starts with an ache,
with the asking,
with a small pile
of ash.
For some, it comes by questioning,
for others, by suffering,
still others,
it's like a hard shell
that cracks.
It becomes
a belief that needs to find belief.
Sitting
Waiting
Watching
For how long?
The ruach hums
through the body:
I Am.
Amidst the music,
faith
grows in the grace
of walking toward Easter.