Searching For A Sign
 
After Valentines’ cards and blissful words
The Lenten fast returns full of
Hungering and thirsting
For something that will satisfy longer
Than eating a chocolate cupcake
Or drinking Chardonnay at dinner
Yearning for some glimmer that Love is alive
And penetrates deeper than blue ink
Forced into pores on alabaster skin
Searching for a sign that what is hidden behind
Images posted on blogs will dispel
The darkness of blind writers
Hoping that the sick secrets of wounded hearts
Will be healed
Praying, praying inside a wordless sanctuary
For a slow turn toward redemption
       Donna Erickson Couch