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On borrowed time: A Lenten poem

These Lenten days are loaned to us,
set aside – beg, borrow or steal –
from winter’s numbing latterness
so we remember who we are, have been –
might have been and might hope to be.
An ancient season, reason to turn inward,
to inspect and introspect with a view
toward renewal of the outward glance
so that, when spring eventually arrives
with lilies in the chancel,
when Pentecost blooms forth in flame,
the debt will be repaid,
the pawn reclaimed,
the fresh discovered deeps poured out
in deeds of love and mercy, justice too.

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