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About This Poem
Ash Wednesday
confronted with the truth
I scurried in my ashes
searching for reasons
reasons I was spared
light came slowly
beckoning my soul
"walk with me" He said
"I'll tell you a story-
I hope you have time
your remaining life
it will take to tell"
listening each day
wonders await me
pictures seem fuzzy
then slowly reveal
His path filled with glory!
and beckoning
still
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