Ash Wednesday 2015

One Wednesday when the world is grey

And the wind is calling

We leave the covers and the bed

And open wide the door.


For ancient reasons, half-believed

We trade the warm indoor

For the flurries and the howling

To be clothed by the gale.


We go out in just these bodies

Too fat, too thin, too old

Praying with our mouths full of dust

And our eyes sealed with ash.


The wind blows where it pleases, and

It tears the shroud from us

Until we see what we’ve become

Beneath our winter things.


Now forty days is far too long

To live thus, in winter

They will bury empty caskets

And give our things away


Till one Sunday when spring has come

They find us on the porch

Fast asleep, finely dressed, faces

full forgotten by Death.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: