It's the first Saturday in Lent. I'm meditating on Bede's Death Song today:
For þam nedfere næni wyrþeþ þances snotera, þonne him þearf sy to gehicgenne ær his heonengange hwæt his gaste godes oþþe yfeles æfter deaþe heonon demed weorþe.
'Before setting forth on that inevitable journey, none is wiser than the man who considers—before his soul departs hence—what good or evil he has done, and what judgement his soul will receive after its passing.' (Modern translation by Leo Shirley-Price)