On My Ash(less) Wednesday: A Poem
My first Ash Wednesday
Ah, I revelled in the grey weight of its hours,
The oily smear of ash across my head,
The crusty black, allowing me the chance
My first Ash Wednesday
Ah, I revelled in the grey weight of its hours,
The oily smear of ash across my head,
The crusty black, allowing me the chance
Sometimes we need a work of imagination to help us step inside the drama of the Passion and watch with Christ through these quiet days. I’ve compiled a list of music and story, art and image for each of the days of the Triduum…
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Ah, I revelled in the grey weight of its hours,
The oily smear of ash across my head,
The crusty black, allowing me the chance
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