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A Lenten Poem

Lent 2001

by JOYCE RUPP

The cosmos dreams in me

while I wait in stillness,

ready to lean a little further

into the heart of the Holy.

I, a little blip of life,

a wisp of unassuming love,

a quickly passing breeze,

come once more into Lent.

No need to sign me

with the black bleeding ash of palms,

fried and baked.

I know my humus place.

This Lent I will sail

on the graced wings of desire,

yearning to go deeper

to the place where

I am one in the One.

Oh, may I go there soon,

in the same breath

that takes me to the stars

when the cosmos dreams in me.

To Keep a True Lent

To Keep a True Lent

by ROBERT HERRICK

Is this a Fast, to keep
The Larder lean?
And clean
From fat of veals and sheep?

Is it to quit the dish
Of flesh, yet still
To fill
The platter high with fish?

Is it to fast an hour,
Or ragg’d go,
Or show
A down-cast look and sour?

No: ’tis a Fast to dole Thy sheaf of wheat And meat
Unto the hungry soul.

It is to fast from strife And old debate,
And hate;
To circumcise thy life.

To show a heart grief-rent;
To starve thy sin,
Not bin;
And that’s to keep thy Lent.

The Comfort of Ashes

The Comfort of Ashes

There’s something clean about ashes;
Rubbish reduced to uniform powder.
No heaps of trash to hurt the eye,
No rotting corpse to hurt the heart.
Clean
Simple
Impermanent.
A gust of wind, a wash of water
And it’s gone for good:
Dissolved
Dispersed
Disappeared.
It does not disturb me that I am such dust;
What the fire cannot touch
Never can be touched
By hand or flame or even eyes.
Let then the residual ash be blown
On the wind and be gone,
Returned to the kind earth
Whose bones gave me form
And let my soul go home unhindered.

Another Ash Wednesday Poem

Ash Wednesday

Surely in the brow’s sweat we seek the good,

a jewel desired but in harm’s setting placed.

Gained at a risk, our lives on danger based,

a chasm ‘twixt what’s done and what we should;

Hurt and help are in the single circumstance

and evil taints the hope, the goal contaminates.

So Providence submits to bitter fate –

the cross; its partner in redemption’s dance.

Good comes by increments; so slow its speed!

Humanity rebuffs the pure, God’s Self!

Gives up! The good is placed back on the shelf

Two steps ahead, two back, progress indeed !

Try again! Smudge the tiny ash of grace;

God helps you make the world a better place!


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