A Lent Well Spent
©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson
ignoring Lent
was never meant
the message simply wasn’t sent
ignoring Lent
was never meant
the message simply wasn’t sent
There is a time to test our wings…
to strike out on our own.
But those who go the distance
rarely choose to fly alone.
As daughters of God, endowed with His essence,
our hope for the future is bright.
We come to this earth to receive of His fullness…
to grow and take on greater light.
In ancient days, the law of sacrifice
was clear and plain.
The firstlings of each flock were offered
to the Lord and slain.
I’d like to be a giving tree,
then I would shed for you
enough of leaves to keep you warm
and dry the winter through.
Sometimes I dream our manger scene
is brought to life at night.
The darkness yields to shepherds’ fields
and one star, shining bright.
“Pardon me,” said Tom T. Urkee,
“but I’d like to say a word.
Let me make this clear, not murky.
I’m a man and not a bird.
Evening falls like gentle rain
upon the weary day.
The colors fade, then flash once more
before they pass away.