I crave these ashes,
Rough against my skin,
Oil drenched
And gritty,
A mark of my vulnerability,
A reminder that I am frail,
That I fall and fail,
That I have needs….
I crave these ashes,
They name me,
And claim me,
Mark me
In a moment of turning
Towards infinite love again,
I need these ashes,
A place where heaven touches earth,
Touches me…
I crave these ashes,
Though they send me into the wilderness
They remind me that I do not go alone

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About Sally C
How do I describe myself, I am not what I do, (I am a Methodist Minister), I am not who I am related to (I have 5 wonderful children, 2 lovely granddaughters and a grandson). I am a seeker truth, a partaker of life in all it's fullness and a follower, sometimes stumbling, sometimes celebrating of the Christian pathway.
I seek wholeness, joy and a connectedness to all things through a deep reconciliation with the God whose love blows my socks off!