Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Ash

Photo by Tony Upton


Tonight I will walk into my church. Through dim lights I will find my seat and be surrounded by others to begin this season. I will listen to the reflection given and I will confess my sins. I will walk through the Stations of the Cross. I will receive ash upon my head. But I don’t need to wait until tonight to see the ash rubbed in my skin. I carry it with me each day. I feel it through everything I touch. The dust won’t come off. It has left a shadow etched into my skin and deep into the marrow.

The dreams I had, ones whispered from God Himself. Doors slammed. Plans changed. Left turn after left turn. Burnt. Ash.




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