Ash Wednesday February 12, 2016
Posted by vsap in Blogroll, Poetry.trackback
On my knees, discovering denial, deprivation,
receiving only what the ashes can reveal, fate, eternity,
naked to the suffering, humbled by Christ’s bleeding
for me, for you, on this dusty desert trail of sacrifice.
I can hear the voice of God, not out there, in here
no incantations of a distant deity destined to burn
but my humanity reduced to ashes, forty lashes
naked to the suffering, humbled by Christ’s bleeding
for you, for me, on this dusty desert trail weeping.
My yesterday is dead and today is fleeting, like yours,
if we care to consider tomorrow is a train leaving
a station we cannot reach, a fare we cannot afford
naked to the suffering, humbled by Christ’s bleeding
for me, for you, on a dusty desert trail standing alone.
A penitent man knees, as pride stands defiant, daring,
we can argue details, but theology is out of place
and surrender and humility and mercy fill the void
naked to the suffering, stained by Christ’s bleeding
for me, for you, on this dusty desert trail repenting.
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