Lenten Writing Project Reboot 2020! Writers' Reflections in the Wilderness of Lent
Words of Faith
Spirit to Spirit Writing Project
The word Lentcomes from an old English word meaning lengthening of days. In Christianity, it refers to the time before Easter, traditionally observed through repentance and learning. It's a season to be intentional about changing and growing. Some people give up items to create space and time for new life and habits to grow. Instead of giving something up, I invite you to try to commit to answering these writing prompts each of the 40 days of Lent. The discipline it takes to set aside time each day to reflect and write about God and your relationship with spirituality is a journey that you will emerge from with a renewed spirit. Every writer has their own special voice to add to this project, whether poetry, prose, essay, thoughts, lists, or through comments, prayer, and encouragement.
How do I participate? Each day, a writing prompt will be posted. A prompt is a question or statement that is meant to inspire your thoughts in whatever genre you feel moved to write. Post your reflections as a comment under each day's prompt (for further instructions, see 'How To Post' on the right side of the page). It is up to you if you write, read, or pray along with us each of the 40 days of Lent or just drop in from time to time when the spirit moves you to participate. Writing regularly is a discipline that many writers struggle with and this is a way to involve that discipline as a Lenten practice. Through writing and leaving encouraging words for others in this project, we become a supportive spiritual writing community
Sunday, March 9, 2014
Sundays in Lent: Picture Prompt
Each Sunday during the Lenten season, a picture is posted for your writing prompt. Since Sundays are technically Lent-free, we do something different that day. What does this picture inspire you to write? (taken from www.internetmonk.com)
In the corner resting year ‘round, humbly serving Master and plant, Broken shard yet wired together, new your purpose, old supplant. Spirit finds a place to use your gifts anew, Maker does a new day grant.
Common planter simply created, held a rose of fine hue. Graced the garden with your service ‘til one winter took you askew, In a back corner mistress put you to stay, visited by very few.
Ants and bugs of every nature know you as a resting spot. Wandering seeds have found a new home, choosing growth and shunning rot. Living out your days in simple ways, serving life until you cannot;
Fired clay from Potter’s own hand, thrown one day long ago. Once a loving mistress claimed you, set you in her household’s flow. Seasons came and went, stormy winds or no, still your plant did show.
Can it be that our lives stand here, Master Gardener tending sure? As life makes its purpose constant, we adjust to every cure. Nothing holds us back, nor from grace sent, in Word alone we’re made pure.
The cracks in that pot would do most pots in. The pieces would be gathered and thrown into the garbage and never seen again. But somehow this one got wrapped with wire and hung on. Her breaks became home for seeds and then plants.. Her color still brought life to the stones around her. Her brokenness and life gave hope to those who passed her tiny corner of the world… to those who knew their own brokenness… to those whose eyes could see.
Humble Pot
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In the corner resting year ‘round, humbly serving Master and plant,
Broken shard yet wired together, new your purpose, old supplant.
Spirit finds a place to use your gifts anew, Maker does a new day grant.
Common planter simply created, held a rose of fine hue.
Graced the garden with your service ‘til one winter took you askew,
In a back corner mistress put you to stay, visited by very few.
Ants and bugs of every nature know you as a resting spot.
Wandering seeds have found a new home, choosing growth and shunning rot.
Living out your days in simple ways, serving life until you cannot;
Fired clay from Potter’s own hand, thrown one day long ago.
Once a loving mistress claimed you, set you in her household’s flow.
Seasons came and went, stormy winds or no, still your plant did show.
Can it be that our lives stand here, Master Gardener tending sure?
As life makes its purpose constant, we adjust to every cure.
Nothing holds us back, nor from grace sent, in Word alone we’re made pure.
The Rev. Ronald Allen Melver, M.Div.
9 March 2014
Life bursts forth!!
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Cracked
ReplyDeleteThe cracks in that pot
would do most pots in.
The pieces would be gathered
and thrown into the garbage
and never seen again.
But somehow this one
got wrapped with wire
and hung on.
Her breaks became home
for seeds
and then plants..
Her color still brought life
to the stones around her.
Her brokenness
and life
gave hope
to those who passed her tiny corner of the world…
to those who knew their own brokenness…
to those whose eyes could see.
Pastor Larry P Morris
LOVE THIS!
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