LENTEN LEXICON

LENTEN LEXICON

It’s not the blood lines

Or the age lines

That define the man

It’s the thought lines

And the taught lines

That refine the man

It’s not the clothes

Or the shows

That finally make the man

It’s the devotion

And emotion

That reveal just who I am

I’m not a product once assembled

Or a willow in some gale

I’m the writer who listens

To the Author of our tale

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It’s not the consumer

Or consumption

For you’re not what you eat

It’s Who caught you

And bought you

That’s made you complete

It’s not a moving target

Or a flash before one’s eyes

For life’s something more, or less

It depends on an embrace

Of truth amongst the lies

Or else a tragic mess.

I’m not a victory

Or defeat in someone else’s story

I’m the teller of His tale

That finally ends in glory

We become what we admire

Or so the wise man said

Who gave his life for us

Then rose up from the dead.

BW3.  Jan. 24, 2023