Lent Poems - Poems about Lent

The earth feels different on these Sundays Softened by footsteps seeking mercy By whispered prayers that rise unseen Curling like incense towards the sky Clothed in the days of reflection Stripping my soul of what was worn And barefoot I walk where silence calls Here in this violet-cloaked season Where time feels hushed and holy Peeling away the weight of the days Sacrifice Letting go,...

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Lent Lent can be a time to give up: chocolate alcohol cell phones television computers cursing smoking While they are all good What if we did: pray more serve at a homeless shelter spend more time with family go to church read the Bible call a sick friend help a single mother Lent is more than giving up something. It is about loving and serving God and loving and serving others as Jesus did for...

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“What is he, this lordling, that cometh from the fight?” by William Herebert, 14th century translation by Michael R. Burch Who is he, this lordling, who staggers from the fight, with blood-red garb so grisly arrayed, once appareled in lineaments white? Once so seemly in sight? Once so valiant a knight? “It is I, it is I, who alone speaks right, a champion to...

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Farewell Advent! by James Ryman translation by Michael R. Burch Farewell, Advent; Christmas has come; Farewell from us, both all and some. With patience thou hast us fed Yet made us go hungry to bed; For lack of meat, we were nigh dead; Farewell from us, both all and some. When you came, hasty, to our house, We ate no puddings, no, nor souce, But stinking...

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At Golgotha, His arms stretched wide, Our loving Lord was crucified. No greater love to give a friend Than a life’s end. That morning, it was nine AM When they took nails and pierced His skin. And on the cross they hung Him high So He would die. The people watched as they stood by, The ones who cried out, “Crucify!” They jeered and sneered...

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Ending Of lentern endeAvour Cross Shaped suffering The resurrected breath of ChrisT So Everyone is saved by the Returning...

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This poem is not meant to offend anyone or belittle their beliefs. This is only my attempt at humor. ~Things I’ll Give Up for Lent~ Liver and onions, Minced meat pie. Drinking beer from a can, Celebrating the 5th of July. I’ll do away with Haggis, Kiviak and Sheepshead Smalahoue. Rocky Mountain Oysters, Escargot and Fuhu. Escamoles and fried Tarantula, Jellied Moose and Airag. Gaeng Kai Mot...

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Lent is teaching me to re-order my loves. In the stillness of morning, with the early birdsong, I realise that in the absence of that which I gravitate to, the absence of the thing that brings physical comfort, there is a deeper desire, a deeper love that wants to surface in my attentions. Beyond the...

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Girls Gone Wild Careful, you may just have a child Drugs and alcohol plague the alleyway Stay away as there is a price to pay Is the meaning of Mardi Gras to go buck wild Let’s look and see if it’s been defiled It started as a custom of using all the fats in the house I wonder if...

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A day of prayer and fasting To show the Lord our love is everlasting We promise to sacrifice a luxury or a pleasure during Lent It is forty days well spent We will not partake in what we sacrifice until Eastertide Hold on, we are in for a ride From burning palm branches from the previous...

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You are sent Your universal love Our Father made us present of Inside his inner chamber You led us there to remember Opened the door We knocked you sent more A rise of energy Flows out within me Our presence is real People do feel Created our steps For our energies were met Frequency returned For the love we have given and earned Thank you my Eminency For embracing our hearts...

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Priest’s Palette Looking in the mirror over the sun visor of our nine passenger 1959 Ford station wagon, which we really need with six children, Dad says he does not care for Ash Wednesday. His after-church reflection shows the black ashen cross on his forehead, not that different from each of ours, though more...

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A woman who could touch her toes Always knew which way the wind blows For when she bent over A great Dane named Rover Proved farting is best wearing clothes...

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Neither worth the breath of one muted bard… Nor worth the time of a chance denial (Dreamsleep: February, 2022)...

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freeze left all plant lifeless two weeks later healthier new growth blue and crimson sign of life over death 4/16/2021 Etymology and Ancient Beliefs : Before the 14th century, spring was called Lent in Old English....

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