Hold tight
that I will not hold tight
fists clenched, to world.
when all its passing joys toy.
Hold tight that I may tie
my heart to Yours. When sight
and touch fail me, hold
my nothing in Your everything.
More than enough, more
than all joy, all glory –
nakedness transfigured,
brightness out of shame.
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The Consolations of Writing 
Thank you so much Matt, for all you have given me through your words this Lent. A time of waiting and reflecting. I am so grateful.
Thanks Sue!! I’m so glad they have been a blessing to you.