A Poem for Lent

Lent, by Luke

 

The shelves are bare,

Is the batter better when it comes from humility?

The ask is made,

What will you give up in order to find tranquillity?

Fool’s Spring tempts us,

How does the daffodil feel when faced with such sterility?

The days pass by,

In what way have you sought to find grounding or stability?

Leaves and cloaks prepared,

What does a colt know of nobility?

The empty church waits,

When might we be permitted festivity?

“Let us come together”

we implore, exploring the depths of such sweet serenity.