Ashes

A season coming
marked by ashes,
solemn gray, black
marks of a cross,
a smudge, imprinted
merging with oil, with sweat
on our foreheads
a mark of sacrifice
at the end of the season
a burnt offering,
a sin sacrifice
beyond measure

February 19, 2007 10:28


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