Descent into Lent

The staircase opens before us with an invitation to descend into Lent:

We will spend this season, and perhaps our lifetimes, making nests in strange places:

Maybe we feel our brokenness acutely, a time of dry brittle bones made of moss:

Perhaps the Holy Spirit will pacify, or perhaps a flower:

In our Lenten disciplines, let us remember the promise of Easter, that death does not have the final word: