Perfect Practice
by Melody Harrison Hanson
Practicing Lent
sounds slick.
My gift,
heart-full-of-pride.
My rituals,
my restriction,
my sacrifice.
Then I stretch, throwing
out my arms,
open handed.
Look up,
give up.
Let go,
let up.
Incarnate,
the One who comes
have me.
I let go,
practicing Lent.
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