POETRY from https://liturgies4life.substack.com

May spring return to you 
little by little each lightening day, 
in small, forgiving signs:
a green shoot springing up from earth, 
a morning warm enough for bare arms, 
a bird preening on a distant branch, 
a feather turning slowly through the air.

May you remember 
that the world is not made safe 
by your fear of it.

May your heart race 
and still carry you forward. 
May your hands tremble 
and still find the handlebars. 
May you pause when you need to, 
listen to the warning in your body, 
and continue only when you are ready.

Bless the paths that open 
around the tall gums. 
Bless the companions who call, 
“INCOMING!” 
and stay close until the danger passes.
Bless the creatures who defend 
what they love, 
even when their love arrives 
with sharp beaks and beating wings.

And when something soft 
falls unexpectedly into your keeping, 
may you receive it as a sacred gift
that holds a lesson especially for you
in this particular season. 

May you enter this spring 
with courage tucked into your pocket— 
small, imperfect and weightless,
and may you discover 
that you can be afraid 
and go back (or forward)
anyway.

40

A call to worship based on Joel 2, marking the start of Lent

This is the time.
This is the space.
These are the days that lie ahead
for us to see
the Holy One drawing near,
and return:

return to the land
that longs for renewal
and the seasons of fallow and fruiting,

return to the covenant
promises made long ago,
never-abandoned though we falter and forget,

return to ourselves
before stiff necks and hard hearts
make it hard to be held in the heart of the Holy.

40 days we mark.
40 nights we count.
40 measures of light and dark.
40 moments of turning and returning.
40 movements towards a changed heart
through a changed mind
through a changed perspective.

The earth groans.
The sky weeps.
And we rend our hearts –
not our garments –
with sorrow,
with longing,
with hope just beyond reach ….

In these 40 slow steps
towards the cross,
we remember.
We turn,
we wait,
and we are shaped
by the presence of the One
who is both near and far,
both revealed and hidden,
both Dear Friend and Infinite Mystery.

These 40 days are not just a count –
but a deep invitation
to return,
to change,
to open ourselves to the transformation that comes
through fire and ashes:

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