I recoil I witness
at the sight an encounter
of him with prophets of old
camel hair clothes hearing The Voice
unkempt hair call from above
frantic gestures I am stunned and shaken
summoning followers
to a river And yet, I stay.
And yet, I stay. I fear
His leaving
I puzzle as I teeter on belief
at a baptism abandoned with images
in the Jordan not quite taken root
heavens torn apart emptiness creeps in
a dove descending
a Voice proclaiming And yet, I stay.
And yet, I stay. I peek
within
I question lingering at the entrance
healings and demons reluctant to move forward
miracles of feeding wanting to turn away
walking on water stepping inside
and calming storms a life-changing decision
the choice is mine
And yet, I stay.
And so, I stay.
I listen to
parables
yearning to understand Reflections on my Lenten Journey
wonder at His question with the Gospel of Mark
skeptical of my answer March 28, 2012
hesitant to follow
And yet, I stay.
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