Musings by The Poet Loriet
Ash Wednesday
God, I give you my ashes,
burnt out ends of
smoky days filled with fire.
I give you this soul,
charred by passion
and I am handing
you the fire alarm.
Save me, Lord.
Take my ashes and
make them into
something beautiful,
something...
to make you proud.
I feel your caress
upon my cheek and
I place my life
in your hands,
Tender Shepherd.
I bathe your feet
in my tears.
It won't stop raining
and I can't think of
another time in my life
when I've needed so badly
to be held by
your rainbow.
Put out the fire, God
and help me to glow
with the kind of beauty
that I can only achieve
by becoming intimate
with pain.
Lori Beal
burnt out ends of
smoky days filled with fire.
I give you this soul,
charred by passion
and I am handing
you the fire alarm.
Save me, Lord.
Take my ashes and
make them into
something beautiful,
something...
to make you proud.
I feel your caress
upon my cheek and
I place my life
in your hands,
Tender Shepherd.
I bathe your feet
in my tears.
It won't stop raining
and I can't think of
another time in my life
when I've needed so badly
to be held by
your rainbow.
Put out the fire, God
and help me to glow
with the kind of beauty
that I can only achieve
by becoming intimate
with pain.
Lori Beal
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