The poor robins have been roped into observing Lent with us. Spring is already and not-yet the way salvation is, and it is cold now, in a rude shift that feels personal. Mass is earlier than it was before, and darker. The church is sparse with reset alarms. Our Christ is blue with the mountains. Only my eyes are awake. But it is good to be here.
Lo, I am with you always,
means when you look for God,
God is in the look of your eyes
Already and not-yet yours. Colder now, darker. But just for a little while. Snow melts.