Sunday, March 21, 2021

Fifth Week of Lent

Fifth Week of Lent

I desire to do, but I fail to do:
rough wind tangles the sail,
the kernel hides in tough shell,
the poem spoils to doggerel.

I desire to do, but I fail to do,
true heart is veiled by lie.
New grace needs old self to die,
nailed on rough wood, crucified. 

I desire to do, but I fail to do,
Easter seems far away;
nothing remains, save to pray
for a resurrection day.

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