March afternoon
playing catch
with the boy
no coats required
Sweet onions brown
fragrant in olive oil
an aromatic curry
food for thought
Fingers fly
across keys
framing thoughts
formed earlier outside
A rush to finish
mindful of the hour
springing from us
the short night ahead
Jesus in the wilderness
Lazarus in his sisters’ arms
we don’t need much
just words to tell them
You are with us
We are yours
There is love
And oh! your mercy
And oh! your mercy. Beautiful. Thank you.