The Fast is coming. Can you feel it? The world is bending into leanness. The creation is a mystery. How we shun the first buds of Spring for the fullness of Spring, and prepare ourselves. The Fast is coming. At last, at last. Time that we can turn ourselves more fully into repentance, time we can more fully give ourselves to the poor, time we can strip ourselves down of weights and fatness until the Day dawns.
I do not yet look for the Resurrection. First, I look for Death to work its course. First, the darkness. First the season of shadows and lamentation, of weeping over sins. Golgotha first. The place of skulls. Advancing toward the city to die.