Through Lent’s discipline,
Journey’s road
Becomes repaired.
Vigilance discovers debris;
Diligence repairs
The potholes on the path.
Stones are rolled away
Life is renewed,
Resurrected.
New fire is lit,
Kindled from last year’s
Devastation.
Forgotten promises and
Rituals are gathered together,
Built into a funeral pyre.
New fire is kindled from
Old dead deeds; new light
Flames in heart and soul.
Let us rekindle
Promises of devotion;
Exchange new lives for old.
© Judith Lawrence 2010
2 comments:
Dear Judith,
I do confess that I'm a dabbler in writing poetry (and in reading it, too), and actually know very little about it. However, here you open up to me the lovely subtleties that good poetry can offer to enrich the mind and refresh the spirit.
Yes, this poem does that for me.
Thank you.
Peter, you are so gracious. Thank you.
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