Academic journal article Anglican Theological Review

Ash Wednesday

Academic journal article Anglican Theological Review

Ash Wednesday

Article excerpt

"1 am like a sparrow, lonely on a house-top..."

Psalm 102:7b

She perches high on a windy rooftop,

Tiny dark silhouette against gray skies of Lent,

Lonely singer of psalms whose

Ancient music haunts those who hide.

Her throat sets notes free that

Echo among the ruins

In stony wilderness below.

Deeply wailing, deeply wailing.

Ah Lent, come again

To lay bare our sins

Of mortality and hatred

That wither joy and

Throw broken bones of pie against parched earth.

She pats no bread.

The salt of her tears creates

Rivers of ashes from a

Dark cross drawn on her forehead,

Anti her bones burn

From tight shrouds of fear

That wrap her trembling body,

That entomb her broken heart.

Ah Lent, come again

To lay bare my sins

Of fear and anger

That tightly clutch my heart and

Throw broken bones of peace onto parched earth.

She shrugs her old life off

lake a worn-out cloak. …

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