Imposition

I know that sweetness
(Which is promised, hoped)
Yet a point on the horizon
Someday lived up close.

Walking, sometimes dwelling
In this momentary land
I am come, upon such
Brokenness. Cannot stand.

Now, this moment, not
That one still far off,
A time of brambles,
Ashes, sign of the cross-

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Here is truth
Echoed clear,
Winter’s spring
Cold but fair.

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