Reflections on Lent

I write poetry, although I don’t consider myself a poet, I just enjoy the therapeutic effect on the crazy part of me. As I approach this season of reflection I'm amazed of how much the Lord's suffering and death is affecting me...even after over 40 years of following Him. That stirring...is a good thing. The following poem, that I wrote today, is from that stirring...I hope it moves you as well.

Peace,
Jay

 Pilgrimage

I bow my head in reverence,
not in shame.

I kneel humbly in homage,
not in fear.

What I give up in surrender
is small.

What I gain in surrender
is without measure.

Repentance sorrow is
met with mercy.

A heavy heart is caressed
with hope.

More than need or want,
is the desire for redemption

That makes an everyday pilgrimage
real in my heart.

Jay Cookingham 2010 ©

“But thou, O LORD, art a shield about me, my glory, and the lifter of my head.”
Psalm 3:3