Ash Wednesday Poem by Steven Federle

Ash Wednesday



Earth tilts
and winter passes.
Now is the time
for ashes.

Searing songs
cremate the pain.
Waving palms
incinerate.

From dust unto dust
we fall and rise,
crying to God,
we reach high

to paths
of brighter trust.

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Steven Federle

Steven Federle

Cincinnati Ohio
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