Ruah Bull - Spiritual Director

 It is my Lent  to break my Lent, To eat when I would fast, To know when slender strength is spent, Take shelter from the blast When I would run with wind and rain, To sleep when I would watch.  It is my lent to smile at pain But not ignore its touch. It is my Lent to listen well When I would be alone, To talk when I would rather dwell In silence, turn from none Who call on me, to try to see That what is truly meant Is not my choice. If Christ's I'd be It's thus I'll keep my Lent.

 Blessed are you who bear the light in unbearable times, who testify to its endurance amid the unendurable, who bear witness to its persistence when everything seems  in shadow and grief. Blessed are you in whom the light lives, in whom  the brightness blazes your heart a chapel, an altar where the deepest night can be seen. The fire that shines forth in you in unaccountable faith, in stubborn hope, in love that illumines every broken thing it finds.