Sandra Martyres

(5th October / Mumbai - India)

Lenten Thoughts


A time to reflect
On our lives
A time to deflect
Attention from mundane things
A time to repent
For all our misdeeds
A time to make peace
With our misguided friends
A time to abstain
From food and wine
A time to pray
For those in pain
A time to thank God
For all that we have
A time to pledge ourselves
To doing good whenever we can.

Submitted: Monday, March 16, 2009

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  • Maia Padua (3/17/2009 7:20:00 AM)

    beautiful lenten piece...heartfelt thoughts...
    Lenten season...time to abstain from foods for our bodies and give way to the foods for our souls..
    time to reflect on the Passion and Death of Christ....how He sacrificed Himself for all of us...
    time for repentance and conversion...
    ..i love this write...a very divine piece for the lenten season..
    10+++ _maia_ (Report) Reply

  • Anjali Sinha (3/17/2009 7:11:00 AM)

    beautiful lenten thoughts
    nice time to reflect on past
    and seek atonement
    -10 anjali
    (do read mine THE SUN) (Report) Reply

  • Kesav Easwaran (3/16/2009 5:33:00 AM)

    all 'good times', you are preaching about here...a time to cherish reading your poem here...10 (Report) Reply

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