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, February 14, 2016
Picture Prompt #1: Earth and All Stars
Image of pyramidal neurons, which are thought to be involved in the ability to process thought.
Even in the things we cannot see, In the forest where no person hikes In the fall leaves no one sees In the stars and galaxies we haven’t yet discovered In the snowfall that melts before it is noticed In life beneath the seas In the eternal fire of the sun In the simple water that keeps us alive In the growth of trees In the bulb that comes alive in the soil In the pyramidal neurons in our brains There is primal beauty.
And if beauty is that important to the creator think again, about all of the things and people we can see. Enjoy
Very nice. That propensity for the appreciation of beauty in us is tightly bonded with those things of beauty. We are never as alone or alienated as we sometimes think.
The stars are very bright tonight. I mean, the neurons are firing and working overtime.
I'm making lists: Chores to do Things to be thankful for People to call People to text Gifts to buy and wrap Bills to pay
And, I'm asking questions. I have so many questions. So many questions and very few answers.
Who can I talk to about this? Where do I start? How do I start? What's the question, really?
So, I'm lit up like the clear night sky and I see no sense in it at all.
But, I hold on to the thread of hope that the Creator knows what to make of it, can see the beauty that can come of it, the life that will flourish in the midst of it, that it will be - no, that it is - good.
Primal Beauty
ReplyDeleteEven in the things we cannot see,
In the forest where no person hikes
In the fall leaves no one sees
In the stars and galaxies we haven’t yet discovered
In the snowfall that melts before it is noticed
In life beneath the seas
In the eternal fire of the sun
In the simple water that keeps us alive
In the growth of trees
In the bulb that comes alive in the soil
In the pyramidal neurons in our brains
There is primal beauty.
And if beauty is that important to the creator
think again,
about all of the things and people we can see.
Enjoy
Very nice. That propensity for the appreciation of beauty in us is tightly bonded with those things of beauty. We are never as alone or alienated as we sometimes think.
ReplyDeleteThe stars are very bright tonight. I mean, the neurons are firing and working overtime.
ReplyDeleteI'm making lists:
Chores to do
Things to be thankful for
People to call
People to text
Gifts to buy and wrap
Bills to pay
And, I'm asking questions. I have so many questions. So many questions and very few answers.
Who can I talk to about this? Where do I start? How do I start? What's the question, really?
So, I'm lit up like the clear night sky and I see no sense in it at all.
But, I hold on to the thread of hope that the Creator knows what to make of it, can see the beauty that can come of it, the life that will flourish in the midst of it, that it will be - no, that it is - good.