Lent
The season piques a deeper light:
Watch sorrow speak of reform right.
Heed then the thought of turning back:
Purge then vain plots waylaid by slack.
Forge a new will to let love heal,
Set heart to heal odd flaws that kill.
The journey here is fraught with pain,
A new hope cheers the corrupt strain.
Rise up and see that healing light,
Restore beauty with motives right.
Come take a walk where grace can free,
Turn round to talk that's not empty.
Keep truth in mind with heart contrite,
Seek love that binds in sacred rites.
Leon Enriquez
09 February 2016
Singapore
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