Winter Lent by Katherine Venn.

This is our winter lent: the turning of the wheel
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A smouldering wick will flame to light the dark,
The ice be broken and the water blessed,

A downy feather lift the grinding weight
And yokes be eased that we might find our rest;

That snow can cover rutted, weary ways
And fallen seeds in frozen earth take root

And masters dress as servants at the feast
And sacred oaks bring forth, at last, a shoot;

This is our winter lent: the turning of the wheel.