A LENTEN WALK
I took a stroll through the Okere Scenic Reserve.
The fantails danced for me.
The cicadas serenaded me.
The trees scattered their finery for me to promenade on.
The cool air soothed me.
The damp, earthy smell grounded me.
I took a stroll through our taonga, our native bush, and listened to its korero.
It whispered, “This is what Lent is ...
The fantails danced for me.
The cicadas serenaded me.
The trees scattered their finery for me to promenade on.
The cool air soothed me.
The damp, earthy smell grounded me.
I took a stroll through our taonga, our native bush, and listened to its korero.
It whispered, “This is what Lent is ...
... a source of power
... a time to shed
... a journey into the shadow
... a time for maintenance
... an effort
... a time to rest
... a tenuous strand
... an unknown path
... an ascent
... an uprooting experience
... a thin veil
... a well worn way
... a time to be reborn
... a narrow gate
... a still point
... a framework
... turbulent
