Lent

13 Feb 2026 | Our Father | 0 comments

Lent is a tree without blossom, without leaf,
Barer than blackhorn in its winter sleep
All unadorned. Unlike Christmas with decrees
The setting-up, the dressing-up of trees,
Lent is a taking down, a stripping bare,
A starkness after all has been withdrawn
Of surplus and superfluous,
Leaving no hiding-place, only an emptiness
Between black branches, a most precious space
Before the leaf, before the time of flowers;
Lest we should see only the leaf, the flower,
Lest we should miss the stars.
Jean Macdonald Watt
 
 

Notes from the Compiler

Jean Watt, a poet of Scottish and Welsh parentage, was a social worker. She published poetry and prose translations from German and French, and was author of 'A Skirt with Pockets: A lifetime of poets' (1993). A commentator writes: 'Lent is a little like winter – bare, unadorned, without leaf or flower. Lent is an invitation to look inward. That can feel vulnerable, risky, even fearful, as we bare our souls both to ourselves and to God. Yet if we accept this invitation, we enter “a most precious space” – a space in which we can be still, ponder and meet ourselves in all our wonder and frailty. In the midst of this invitation to being stripped back, we can find surprising beauty, like the dusting of snow on bare branches.'

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