Waiting for Lent

The stillness in the

morning pink is grey

with waiting -

waiting for the snow,

waiting for the winds,

waiting for Lent.

The days are

numbered with

a hazy abstinence

some will turn

away foods, others

will turn away drinks,

can we turn away

the ego.

Fighting for its

position in our

lives,

in our hearts,

this tool

of survival is

to be laid down

so we may receive the

greatest tool of all -

the SPIRIT.

The morning is

waiting for that.

Lent is waiting for that.

In the quiet

dawning of the

sun,

a tiny bird

lands and a 

branch,

hungry for a seed.

I want to be

that hungry.

_____

Peace,

Tom +