ash wednesday

I woke up with ashes on my head,

and a 1yr old unwilling to sit still.


i woke up with white on my tongue,

and saw men dying dressed in red.


i woke up feeling not up to the task

but dressed my girl against the cold.


i woke up sensing someone’s glory,

words at odds in the morning light,

pain clamoring for 40 hungry days,

walls caving in, a curtain torn in two,

and a child standing calmly on a hill,

asking: shall we make all things new?