We're also supposed to write about God in our lives. Well, I'm a Catholic, though I spent a good many years of my life trying to ignore God. But now that I'm back practicing the faith, I feel happier and way more blessed than "doing my own thing," and you know what? I actually feel more myself. Ironic, isn't it? I think it's because He loves me more than anybody else in the universe, so I feel free to be me.
Anyway, here's my Lent poem. Below that, is the poem my daughter, Daphne, wrote.
|Veronica Wiping the Face of Jesus|
A Lent Sonnet
A pace away, his eyes meet mine, a knight;
But will he still be there in the morrow?
He shows me scenes; are they battles he's fought?
His lash-ripped flesh, wounds through each foot and hand;
Wrapping his cloak 'round himself, he smiles wide;
My soul's afire, heart stirs, my sorrow wanes;
|Sir Gawain's story is one of my favorites!|
It's the best,
Lent o Lent.