What if Lent, this lengthy
entry into Spring —
bereft of birdsong,
a “fast” perhaps, but slow –
What if this unwelcome word
took on a different cast?
Instead of time without —
a time of plenty;
A time “lent” to us by God
to fill our treasure chests of clay;
Borrowed time; Kairos time, tucked
within the Chronos of our day.
Would the ashes then remind us of
the stardust which we are —
promising that time, no longer borrowed,
What if our “alleluias,” buried now in
can still shine through that filmy veil,
to greet the Bridegroom when He comes?
What if …?