When wondering what Lent has meant
I thought it's maybe like rent
paying for what was spent on my salvation.
It's a space where my pent up soul can expand,
holy ground just passing,like a moment on a mountain not demanding a tent.
It's enough maybe to dent our quotidian walls,
a window for light and for love.
Like a memory sent of colour and glass
and a sacred moment in a church down in Kent.
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