January 30, 2019

Lent 2016

By huldustrider

Here in these half-holy days

At the wasted end of winter

Where life holds all things lightly

And the bones of the earth show through

 

We wander like ghosts,

waiting to remember

What we were doing

And what we were called

 

Before the winter came.

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