Poetry has always been a big part of my being. In high school I took a creative writing class where I focused on poetry, this later became my major while in college.

For Lent this year I have taken up the practice of poetry again. Poetry can offer us much more than surface words, it tells a story, give us insight into the lives of others, and can offer us much comfort, and some pain, through words.

Thank you for allowing me to share my Lenten Journey with you.

In the Angst of the Ash

Grime nears my hair

The dirt of the ground, smeared

My head blackened.

With one finger, a human bone

The sign of the cross shown

From dust I came, to dust I will go

My knees touch the floor

My wrists the wood

I kneel, praying

I recall David watching and waiting

Confession to my Lord

From dust I came, to dust I will go.

I sing to my soul

Evil overflow

Evil no more

Cleanse me with hyssop

Wash me, purify me whiter than snow

From dust I came, to dust I will go.

Repent my sins

I must go forward

I wonder onward

Lost in the wild

For 40 more

From dust I came, to dust I will go.

Help me friend

I’m reaching out

I am a sinner

Losing a battle

Of my own

From dust I came, to dust I will go.

With hand held high

Do not judge

Do not condemn

Help me Jesus

Here I am

From dust I came, to dust I will go.