I'm reading a new to me book on Lent. It is really just a collection of essays from a wide range of authors, but each and every reading is worthy. I usually breeze through collections of essays, each new author's name just a blur on my way to the end. But these make me stop and sit and think and sometimes even cry, Lord have Mercy on me.
In the book there was a small excerpt of an Oscar Wilde poem - I know! Oscar Wilde for Lent! Crazy! But good.
The Ballad of Reading Goal
....And thus we rust Life's iron chain
Degraded and alone:
And some men curse, and some men weep,
And some men make no moan:
But God's eternal Laws are kind
And break the heart of stone.
And every human heart that breaks,
In prison -cell or yard,
Is as that broken box that gave
Its treasure to the Lord,
And filled the unclean leper's house
With the scent of costliest nard.
Ah! happy those whose hearts can break
And peace of pardon win!
How else may man make straight his plan
And cleanse his soul from Sin?
How else but through a broken heart
May Lord Christ enter in?