Sonnet

Schooled through Lenten observance.
And nourished by your word.
How to follow this ordinance.
Was ever something stirred.

How I fail in restraint and fall into fault.
I don’t really want to give anything up.
Alcohol, not being cross, all too difficult.
Not even something modest to sup.

How about trying to do something positive.
A bit of alms giving perhaps.
Or trying not to be negative.
And then after a day I lapse.

Perhaps a thought is enough.
It’s all a bit ready and a bit rough.

Haiku

What to give up now
Or better to do something
I do so little