Wednesday, March 2, 2022

Ash Wednesday

The priest rubs ashes on my head
And tells me to repent.
My sins are very far from dead,
My lusts are far from spent.

That ancient bonfire burns apace,
That blaze of sin and lust.
God send me hotter flames of grace 
Before I fall to dust.
 

4 comments:

  1. A poem both true and sound; thank you for this. As. T. S. Eliot wrote,

    We only live, only suspire
    Consumed by either fire or fire.

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    1. Thank you so much! I felt there was room on the market for another poem called Ash Wednesday!

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  2. Dan maith bhain me taitneamh as. Ni raibh ach fadhb amhain...there wasnt enough of it!

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    1. Go raibh míle maith agat! Is annamh a bhfuil fonn ar duine ar bith dán a bheith níos fada!

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