Poetry Corner

In the dormancy of Lent

we can take our cue

from fallow fields,

lying vacant

but not abandoned

in order to become more fruitful.

In these forty days,

we can ask

to be emptied

of our attachments

to the past, which can make us brittle as Lot’s wife

to our possessions, which can weigh us down like the rich young ruler

to preference for head over heart, which can harden us into Pharisees

so we have room

for the harvest

of Easter life.

By Amy Houchen