On going through my ‘Quotes Journal’ for something on trust I came across this poem by the wonderful Madeleine L’Engle
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 and see
that what is truly meant
is not my choice. If Christ’s I’d be
it’s thus I’ll keep my Lent.