Soon I will be marked
smudge of ashes
across my forehead
gritty remains of fire
smeared on my skin
a small grating
anticipated
I don’t absorb them
the soot the meaning
of the moment
as deeply as I desire
What more do I expect
long for as Lent
lengthens before me
Seraphim and the bite
of coal against my lips
the taste of fire
lighting my tongue
searing me into
proclamation
I am God’s
God is mine
revealed in Jesus
I will never comprehend it
completely
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