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FOR LENT, 1966


It is my Lent to break my Lent.

   To eat when I would fast,

To know when slender strength is spent,

   Take shelter from the blast

When I would run with wind and rain, 

   To sleep when I would watch.

It is my lent to smile at pain

   But not ignore its touch.


It is my Lent to listen well

   When I would be alone,

To talk when I would rather dwell

   In silence, turn from none

Who call on me, to try to see

   That what is truly meant

Is not my choice. If Christ's I'd be

   It's thus I'll keep my Lent


                                  Madeline L'Engle