Saturday, February 24, 2018

The Aridity of Lent

You have said that you can breathe new life into the driest of bones:

You have promised that all these threads of our lives can be stitched into new tapestries:

We see only a frozen surface; you know that live churns underneath:

We are bent close to the breaking point, but you will hold us up:

Some days you feel distant, but we know you keep us always in your sight and care:

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