The death of John the Baptist (Matthew 11:1-6 and 14:1-12)
I am alone
In the dark.
Did I hear wrong?
Were all my hopes
That God has come
Just wishful thinking?
Was my life’s work
As transient
As desert brushwood
And the faithfulness
Of God’s people?
I try to cling
To fading memories:
Him standing in the water
And my sense
That heaven was somehow
Touching earth
In new ways.
And yet, as I hear
In the distance
The sounds of partying,
I am afraid.
By Jeannie Kendall