Ash Wednesday: A Poem

I never come to Lent prepared. Like much of life, I want to be ready but the little sandy dirty bits slowly clog the well-intentioned machinery I’ve built in my desires. How funny it is when I enter the sanctuary and see the pretty pottery holding the ashes of last year’s hopes– cold and damp– … Read more

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