Lent, in the Common Era
LENT – a season of reflection, a time for contrition
Close the door of your distracted daily life
Set your face toward the quiet narrow path
Into the valley of the shadows
And gentle night breezes of the olive grove..
For few are your remaining mortal days
Perhaps forty or so…
Ascend into the mount of prayer
Plea to the Father of all
With contrite heart and soul,
‘What would You have me do now?’
..
Yet, ‘not my will but Your will be done.‘
Tentative steps toward Gethsemane
– a path of contrition towards Christ our Lord.
For all those things hath mine hand made,
and all those things have been, saith the LORD:
but to this man will I look, even to him that is poor and of a contrite spirit,
and trembleth at my word.
