Short Ash Wednesday Poems
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Dear Lord,dear Lord,be with me still
Holy Spirit,today refill
each word I speak and step I take-
Is now,Your will
The Big Day began with a flash:
Mount Etna delivered the ash
The Pope said, "Its clear;
Sicilians are dear!"
La Cosa Nostra stashed the cash.
He traveled down from Arkansas,
To New Orleans, for Mardi Gras.
"One evening of abandonment,"
That's what his trusted friends say,
"He frolicked on Fat Tuesday night,
And repented on Ash Wednesday."
Form:
Self-denial is the doorway
that leads us closer to God.
To lose oneself is to gain
a deeper intimacy with Christ.
Self-doubt is the window
through which the devil
makes his entrance.
3/9/11 Ash Wednesday
Form:
In the realm of eternal consciousness an idea was formed...
In the beginning of all creation the dust begun...
In the mist of the vast cosmos the dust transformed...
In the breath of the Creator you were born...
We pray to you LORD this Ash Wednesday,
To thank you for this hoard of plenty,
For us to be charitable to those not so
Well possessed of the world's largesse.
disassembled
and torn
scattered
in the fetid
air
beyond
repair
in
higher
dreams
unheard
unspoken
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thousand
whispers
in
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night
of
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brief
transit
inspired
by Ash Wednesday TSE
Dear Lord,dear Lord,be with me still
Holy Spirit,today refill
each word I speak and step I take-
Is now,Your will
Dear Lord,dear Lord,be with me still
Lord Jesus,show me,now your will
as this disciple,follows your steps-
Come now,refill
form after style of Christina Rossetti- Ash Wednesday
faith fills our hearts with love
as sun through stained glass creates a different aura
for each member of the congregation
just forty days before the Son rises on Easter
we move in procession, seeking the pastor's blessings
Ash Wednesday is but a symbolic reminder
our Savior took human form
sacrificing, suffering and knowing of His fate
all so we might have a touch of God's grace
Leaves from palm trees burn,
Die into black ash.
Like these leaves move from life,
To death, the lamb of heaven is slayed.
The light of the world,
Extinguished by his created world.
His precious blood spilt,
His anointed head crowned with a thorny crown.
Ashes from ashes, dust from dust,
To ash and dust I shall return.
My wish is that I may make it to heaven,
On today, the day, 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
Give me two in one,
Like shower gel and Shampoo,
Like Ash Wednesday and Valentine’s.
Rain dripped from my cap today,
It dripped back into my boyhood,
A different cap but the same cold drip,
Two in one, me and the boy,
Walking the same, on a road.
Thinking the same – almost.
What’s really different now?
Nothing much I guess?
The indifferent drizzle is the same.
Give me two in one,
Like then and now,
Like Ash Today; and tomorrow Roses.
©dbyrne feb 2013
Ashes of humanity
Scattered and lingered in hearts of purity
Hallowed and spirited within the psyche of infinity
Weaving with man's joy and sorrows
Entwined with lattices of honey yellows
Drifting in clouds of human form
Numeric and linguistic crypts of cuneiform
Endearing are thoughts and words, not jive
Sprinkled ashes etched on books of archive
Doors that opened to human interest
All come alive in ashes, blots and dearest
Your ash is the strength, honor of the fittest