Ash Wednesday
When the dust has settled,
What will there be to remember?
That I worried too much?
Laughed far too little?
Procrastinated with fear?
Clung to shame when forgiveness was given.
From dust I came.
When the dust has settled,
The mark of the cross on the forehead of my life;
I long to be recalled
For dancing as the sun goes down,
sharing the time of day with roses in full bloom.
Living life in the moment for the shear love
Of all that is shared, given and Divined.
To dust I shall return.
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