Lent 5: First Sunday of Lent

So bones, built to follow, ache

When trapped inside guilt’s cave.

Tongues, carved to praise, grow numb

When, dry and thick with sin, they lie in silence.

And hearts, taught to turn upwards in trust,

Grow ashen when no light has space to shine.

Open, heart. Untangle, tongue. Bones, rejoice.

Redemption light shines into every hoping heart…