I was putting off God. A task crossed outeach night like laying aside clothingI can’t find time to repair.My children speak to me from the next roomand I pursue their voices through the house.I walk my son to the drugstore to buy hoopsfor his ears. There’s an old man in the doorwayand I give him less than I’ve spent on the earrings.My son begins to walk homein the opposite direction. He is old enough.The man calls after me do not lose him.When my son was three, the garbage truck driver tieda loop of string to the handle of the truck’s hornand let him pull it. I don’t know what to hope forexcept that he will be blessedwith unnecessary kindness, offer it in kind.He disappears at the corner.I was still putting off God. The sky beganthe ritual of evening and I walkedmore quickly, refusing.
Falling
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“Falling” from Lent © 2023 by Kate Cayley.
Used with permission from Book*hug Press
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