“For Lent, 1966” By Madeleine L’Engle
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.
Rooted and Grounded 