Amid A-Lenting We Go. . .

Step.

By step.

Turn by turn.

I move.

Have my being and breath in the Maker.

Ever so gently.

Firmly each step pressing the earth and floor
beneath me.

Consciously changing.

Or, not so consciously changing.

Forgetting ego and self.

True self emerging.

Fasle self folding and falling away.

Light and Lent is like that.

It comes through my cracks illumining
dark.

Let there be Light!