Wednesday’s Ash

I come

I crawl

Across the ember’s of Wednesday’s ash

I’m ashamed

I hide my remorse

Don’t just mark my forehead

But cover my whole body instead

I come

I fast

Trembling in the fire of the daily dash

Out to a wilderness

I find the grazing of a horse

With its stillborn colt lay lying there dead

And I feel obligated to bury it in a flowery bed

(with no parting words said. . . . . . .)

Forty days

Away

I will climb the steepest mountain

Dive into the deepest fountain

Feast on the sweetest angel’s bread

And bring to remembrance every word YOU said

To avoid the yoke is easy

Working in tandem difficult

Trusting with conditions isn’t trusting at all

Obeying by fear isn’t scared of being called

When it’s easier to fall

And lie there crying - doing nothing at all. . . . .

Scattered across this vast universe

With twinkling stars

That encase and strengthen the foundation

With golden solid rebar. . . . . . . . .

. . . . . So I come

I crawl.

In the end this body is just dust after-all.

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