AnglicanPoetry

Introit: Entrance

(Lent: Week One)

Chill and dank

Is my soul

—Emotions, mind, will—

Closed, under ground;

I’m hiding here

In my sin

Frustrated, and unsure

How to escape


Holy Doors barred,

Soul windows shuttered

In many here

Sitting on pews

Or kneeling down

Before the altar

In rote movements

Receiving the Eucharist


Ancient doors: Open!

Fling wide all

The heart gates

And enter in!

King of Glory,

Illumine what in

Me is dark—

Be my Liberty


Make me vulnerable

And free within,

Shining your light

Into every crevice,

Making me resplendent.

I am incandescent,

Blazing with your

Holiness, like starlight


Enter the universe

—Too small to

Fully hold you—

By entering me,

Tabernacle set apart,

Replete with you

In my body,

Soul, and spirit.

Johanna Byrkett

Johanna Byrkett

Johanna (Jody) Byrkett enjoys hiking various types of terrain, foggy mornings and steaming mugs of tea, reading classic literature and theological essays, studying words and their origins, and practising the art of hospitality. (She also has the singularly annoying habit of spelling things 'Britishly'.)

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