Ash Wednesday

Ashen skies mark this solemn day -
"All must die." the priest reminds me.
As he smears a rude cross on my forehead,
I focus on the crucifix on his chest.
The Christ, twisted in pain for my sins.
Kyrie eleison.

Woe, woe, woe - I am a
Man of unclean lips.
I must die, for I have sinned.
Father, accept for the Christ's sake
My ash, my penance,
My contrite heart!
Christe eleison.

Untitled (January 27, 2012)

In your house

My eyes are cleared again,

And I see your designs

Of purging my heart.

Oh Father!  Forgive my idolatry –

I have worshipped at the altars

Of self, of love, of pride

And now foolishly lament their destruction.

Father, cast down every idol,

Spare no necessary pain,

And let me not forget

When I go out the gates again.