Bare trees lift their bony fingers to the sky
no need for
calendars.
Lent is a felt season—
sap drained,
bare boned,
stripped
of the outward markers of beauty:
color, shapes of
leaves.
Beautiful in ashen simplicity,
rooted in dust
they
reach to God.
Ann, thank you for sharing some of your poems during the Lenten journey. This Ash Wednesday poem struck me as capturing the essence of the layers, the depth of the journey. The beauty of the poem is also that it is simply there. Maybe I relate because I have felt "sap drained, bare boned" during this Lenten journey. It has been a felt season. Thanks, Debra
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