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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,
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