Lent

forgiveness and foraging

Lent

I am the rest that comes before blossoms.

I am the bridge between pagan ways and the rule.

I can separate the sin from the sinner.

I can carry the burden.

I know what can be done.

I know how to let it go.

I see each grain of sand, each thought, dream and whisper.

I see the oasis that forms when I let go.

I feel the sting of shedding.

I feel the pain of pushing through.

I sense the changing seasons, wind and age entangled.

I sense the grounding of new dreams, new hope.  

I can taste forgiveness, forgoing, and forgetting.

I can taste the sweetness, sugar, softness.

New dreams, discoveries.

Growth and gaining.

Alpha and Omega

The Words become my salvation.