An Ash Wednesday Reflection
Under My Nail
Unclean and ill-prepared
A cross imposed the sorrows shared.
Repent, Return – a just excuse
Are we there yet? Thou shalt choose…
An invitation to be dust
and to return it seems we must
It is my hand that reaches out
to calm the cry – to turn about.
You ask me how this can be
I can only claim the mystery.
It is the ash not the wail
that remains for me- under my nail.
