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?