The Way

The Way

The way to Jerusalem
looks suspiciously like Highway 40,
and the pilgrims
look suspiciously like you and me.
I expected the road to Jerusalem
to be crowded with holy people…
clerics and saints…
people who have kindness wrinkled in their faces
and comfort lingering in their voices,
but this is more like rush hour…
horns blowing, people pushing, voices cursing…
This is not what I envisioned!

O God, I’ve only begun and already
I feel I’ve lost my way.
Surely this is not the road
and surely these
are not the ones
to travel with me.
This Lenten journey calls for
holy retreat,
for reflection
and repentance.

Instead of holiness
the highway is crammed
with the cacophony
of chaos.
Is there no back road
to Jerusalem?
No quiet path
where angels tend
to weary travelers?
No sanctuary
from the noise of the world?
Just this?
Can this hectic highway
be the highway to heaven?

–Ann Weems

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