For any of you who have been following us on here, you may be wondering what we would talk about during Lent that we haven’t been discussing all year long. So, in order to mix it up, I thought I would exercise some self-denial and instead of writing specifically about the Cross, I’d write a post or two on the seeming absence of God altogether. Theologically, this concept is known as the Deus Absconditus, but we recognize it better in the question, Why?”

There is a lot to be said about all of this, but I ran across this poem by H.D. from The Walls do not Fall, that is as good a place to start as any: enjoy! (in a reserved and penitent way, of course)


Grant us strength to endure
a little longer,

now the heart’s alabaster
is broken;

we would feed forever
on the amber honey-comb

of your remembered greeting,
but the old self,

still half at-home in the world,
cries out in anger,

I am hungry, the children cry for food
and flaming stones fall on them;

our awerness leaves us defenceless;
O, for your Presence

among the fishing-nets
by the beached boats on the lake-edge;

when, in the drift of wood-smoke,
will you say again, as you said,

the baked fish is ready,
here is the bread?