Prairie Messenger Header

Poetry

02/22/2017


Ash Wednesday

 

I'm wandering through
a field of ashes
from burned platforms
to smouldering idols
and my old tired
hands are grey.
 
Yet I'm still seeking
with a flame in my heart
and sifting through the embers,
remembering
that I came from
stardust and to dust
I am returning.
 
Let my prayer this day
slowly rise like incense,
mingle with the winds
and turn this field into
a green pasture
where I may rest
when I become ash
and cross over.

 

By Michael Dallaire