Welcome Judith Sornberger, guest blogger, and author of Open Heart, Wal-Mart Orchid, Practicing the World, and The Accidental Pilgrim: Finding God and His Mother in Tuscany.
Below is one of several poems from a series called “Days of Ash and Wonder”—poems written during this Lenten season. Some are more personal than others, but, as with all so-called “personal” or “confessional” poems, the hope is that they will speak to others, nonetheless.
Below is one of several poems from a series called “Days of Ash and Wonder”—poems written during this Lenten season. Some are more personal than others, but, as with all so-called “personal” or “confessional” poems, the hope is that they will speak to others, nonetheless.
If I
were to fast this Lent,
it would
be in solidarity
with
deer in this season
over
ever-deepening snow,
so
famished for a taste
of
green, they try the holly
bush
beside my porch.
How can
I fail to cringe,
watching
them take in
the
thorny leaves
on
tender tongues?
Instead
of chocolate or wine,
maybe
for these few weeks
I can
fast from thorny words
crossing
my tongue.
If not
love my enemies,
maybe
refrain from hating
them
aloud to my neighbor.
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