smudged ashes

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Soot colored snow
drifts along the frozen roads,
ice covered and tangled
with asphalt and salt.
Smudged ashes
from the Lenten service
seep deep into my forehead,
gaining traction on the slick roads
that lie ahead –
self control and penance,
penitence and prayer.
Monk-like, I long for the cave
of solitude and singular thought.
Life fills in all the edges of my mind,
rolling the stone over the tomb,
guarding from reflection
in ice covered waters
or the certainty of resurrection
in the blooming of Christ’s wounds
on the hillsides of spring.

sunday morning moments

sunday morning reflections 2014

wavering reflection/ dawns light on the water/ prayers of thanksgiving

sound of trumpets/ wild geese overhead /processional hymn

echoing across the cove/ tiny wrens warbling song/ call to worship

frothy white pear blossoms/ peek out from the woods/ little girls in church

small brown chipmunk/ perched on the gray stone wall/ morning meditations

small fishing boats/ bobbing in the morning cove/ gestures of faith

across the warming meadow/ cacophony of birdsong/ sunday morning choir practice

morning wakes/ shrouded in gray mist/ prayers of intercession

quiet murmuring/ pale gray doves in the cedars/ lenten prayers

from the cedar tops/ blue jays call/ shouts of acclamation

cold wind ruffles the morning cove/ sound of waves against the rocky shore/ prayers of the penitent

from the cold winter garden/ bright golden trumpets of daffodils/ intrusion of grace

*** This is the scene that greeted me this morning as I was filling the birdfeeders – such a glorious sky and reflections – hope you have a beautiful day