
Practicing lent
sounds slick. My gift,
heart-full-of-pride. My rituals,
my restriction, my sacrifice.
Then I throw out my arms, open-handed.
Looking up,
giving up.
Let go, let up.
Incarnate,
the One who comes
have me. I let go,
practicing lent.
Ya'll, thanks for sharing.
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I’m an over thinker and incessant seeker. I’m grateful for God’s grace. This is a quiet, contemplative blog. I write my poetry, essays and offer my photographs.
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