This, rather, is the fasting that I wish: releasing those bound unjustly, untying the thongs of the yoke; setting free the oppressed, breaking every yoke./Este es el ayuno que yo amo, oráculo del Señor; soltar las cadenas injustas, desatar los lazos del yugo, dejar en libertad a los oprimidos y romper todos los yugos.—Isaiah/Isaias 58:6
As we continue with the second part of the thrid stanza of the poem Passion by Gertrud von Le Fort we will also continue with Joan Chittister’s lent reflection, “Lent is the season that teachers us that darkness may overtake us but will not overcome good as long as we doggedly refuse to give in to our lesser selves, as long as we refuse to become the very things we say we hate.”
You have cost me goods and chattels, you have cost me the
ground under my feet, you have cost me a whole
world!
You have grown subtle, soul, you have become like a
silky flax that it has taken long to spin:
You have become like a thread so fine that it no longer
holds.
See, you float away lightly over the meadows of life, you
float away over the flowering lands,
But not one of them can hold you, homeless one, wandering
soul of my sorrow.
Showcasing SHA talent: Watch out for the ground under your feet when the tree this woodchuck is felling comes tumbling down—drawn by Hudson, 7th grade.
Mrs. Alhadef
4th grade Aide
Campus Minister