It is finished!
Now, at the end, over the vista of anxiousness, I can sense relief!
I can sense more peace and that everything will fall into place.
I may still experience bouts of grief,
But they won’t consume my face.
As I focus on yonder, I can sense this time was yet brief,
And as I hold things more lightly, I can revel in the vast wonder of space and My Maker’s trace.
Apr 12, 2025
Apr 12, 2025 at 5:15 PM UTC
It is finished!
Now, at the end, over the vista of anxiousness, I can sense relief!
I can sense more peace and that everything will fall into place.
I may still experience bouts of grief,
But they won’t consume my face.
As I focus on yonder, I can sense this time was yet brief,
And as I hold things more lightly, I can revel in the vast wonder of space and My Maker’s trace.
Lent is the practice of sacrifice (going without) and remembrance. I gave up chocolate this year and wrote a poem in the “Lent Collection” daily. Did I succeed in the chocolate fast?! I did lapse occasionally when lacking in attention and intention, but I then used that sensation as a cause for reflection - can't that be success then too? Enjoy!
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