No resurrection

The beginning of Lent

I wrote this little poem a little less than a year ago. When I need to clear my head I usually walk over to the Catholic university that’s a couple miles from my house. There is a little prayer chapel that is usually empty, and right up the hill is a very lonely cemetery — this is where I wrote this little poem.

I talked to white jesus today

Told him he was dead

There is no resurrection for white jesus

That’s it.
There is no resurrection for white jesus.

I didn’t grow up practicing Lent, but it’s a practice I’ve been trying to incorporate for years. This year I decided I want to spend the next forty-days leaning into life, but for some reason I keep thinking of this poem. Some things simply need to die for true life to begin.

I always want to choose resurrection, but sometimes resurrection isn’t the answer.