Our Lenten jar is a sparkling vase.
It sits empty Ash Wednesday morning
in the center of the table, waiting
to be filled. The kids aren’t sure
we can do it: by Holy Saturday
foil-wrapped bits of chocolate rise
above the rim, waiting
to be hidden, found, unwrapped, enjoyed:
a testament to the good works of everyone in the house.
Generous Wisdom | Spacious Heart 