You can see all of the poems here, or if you'd like to receive the daily e-mail, shoot him a message at poemsforlent@gmail.com.… Let us keep our fast within,
John Keble (1860)
Till Heaven and we are quite alone,
Then let the grief, the shame, the sin,
Before the mercy-seat be thrown.
Between the porch and altar weep,
Unworthy of the holiest place,
Yet hoping near the shrine to keep
One lowly cell in sight of grace.
Well handled snakes, in the Washington Post
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