Ash Wednesday
Now forty winters have besieged this brow
that bears the mark of ashes once again,
its shallow furrows yielding time's plow
as, on command, I turn and turn again.
With every year the mark goes deeper still
and stays there longer than the year before,
reminding me, despite my flesh's will,
there comes a spring when I'll be marked no more.
Yet still I bow and part my graying hair
to make way for the dust that makes us all,
the mortal touch, the cross traced in the air,
the voice that tells me to regard the fall
that each of us must know before we rise
and raise unwrinkled brows to greet God's eyes.
---Angela O'Donnell
Copyright (c) 2012, Israel Galindo
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