Lent’s dark tapestry

Such a rich and tangled  web of a Lent, poised between darkness  and light. As at any other time I suppose but felt more intensely here and now.

 

Weight
Who has put this weight in me
The weight of a rose that does not wither
The weight of an egg that doesn’t fall
The weight of a hammer that doesn’t strike
God, let me wake one morning to your
lightness, go out whistling into your light
— Agneta Pleijel (trans. Anne Born)
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