![]() ![]() I travell’d on, seeing the hill, where lay So to celebrate the first of them here is R. Once again thanks are due to Lancia Smith for the image which accompanies this week’s poems. ![]() We should see Sundays as little islands of vision in the midst of Lent, or perhaps as little oases or pools of reflection and refreshment on our Lenten Journey and that is how I shall treat them in this anthology. But first we have a poem for the first Sunday in Lent. Properly speaking, all Sundays are exceptions to Lent, for every Sunday is a commemoration of the first day of the week, the day of resurrection, and so really part of Easter. We will reflect on maps and mapping, on how outer journeys and inner ones are linked, on what it is we learn from the landscapes through which we walk. In this first week in Lent Word in the Wilderness introduces poems about pilgrimage itself and our life as pilgrimage. I am continuing, each Sunday in Lent, to post the poems for the coming week, from My Word in the Wilderness anthology, for those who are following that. ![]()
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