Ashes on my fingers, on my
skin,
sweet smoke, filling my
lungs
the moment, the power, of
His sacrifice
these days of Lent,
beginning today
more awesome, greater
clarity, more real
now, today, having burned
the palms
having broken those which
were held in hope
in reverence, for the coming
of the king
triumphant into his city
Burned for the ashes of this
season
remembering, maybe more than
ever,
understanding this offering,
burned for me
His life to ashes, to dust
God’s breath taken away,
heavy in my nostrils, in my
lungs
made real in a whole new way
this day, in remembrance
Beginning the forty day
journey
leading through your
ministry,
your faith, your gift of
grace
your suffering, and your
death,
Back to the earth;
But, oh to your rising,
my risen brother, triumphant
my Savior, and my Lord
Edited February 6, 2013
“The Smoke, the Ashes – v2”
February 25, 2009
“The Smoke, the Ashes”
Ash Wednesday
burning the palms, making the ashes
Pastor Ruth Foss
A
Handmaiden of the Lord
Suncook
United Methodist Church
Suncook,
NH
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