My soul has tasted Winter;
snow spreads within like wool;
frosted ash expands and splinters;
I have misplaced Your divine pull.
The days have commenced,
burdened shoulders chafed from load;
the endless road ahead is dense;
no music to this life now flows.
My child, it is impossible to know
the length of path you travel
or of what weights you must tow,
but I bring one word
to help it all unravel.
I offer for your heavy burden
the sweetness of this Lent;
this springtime can ease all hurting
and feed those yearning vines of intent.
A true meeting place of love and sin
gather at persecution upon gray hill;
these Godly sorrows to you I commend;
above mighty flooded heart,
within I forever spill.
I provide a way from the discouraged,
you who hope for truth, I await.
Deep waters overflowing
give all to Me this Lent;
I will gladly carry the weight.
Readings and Inspirations to end your day:
365 Mary "Winter"
St. Gabriel Possenti
2 Cornithians 7: 8-11
Psalm 29: 7-11
Sirach 17: 20-24
Psalm 32: 1-7
Mark 10: 17-27