Sonnet

Shout for all you are worth.
Raise your voice like a trumpet.
Be full of quiet mirth.
And do not unduly fret.

In the village church with distant country noises sounding.
Blackbird, far away, barely distinct singing.
Cows peacefully lowing, their shouting.
Tractor barely heard, warning beeping, reversing.

Wind gently sighing.
Chickens busily clucking.
Time just standing.
A branch brushes a window, nothing else moving.

Lent is for silence, not just denial.
To be alone is no trial.

Haiku

Lent is for silence
Not just lonely denial
Alone is no trial