Ash Wednesday lament
I walked
in the cold mist
grey as ash
And wore my sorrow
Like a cloak
heavy.
There is a time
for mourning
to feel the loss
acknowledge pain
You don’t have to
like it
or ignore it
Sackcloth and ashes
Are a poor fit
Yet fitting
for mourning
Ash, dust
The stuff we are made of
To which
we shall return.
So I walk
and I ponder
and let the grey mist
wash my tears.
Life is hard
and good
Joy mixed with sorrow
Rainbows after rain
Hope a constant
Promise.
So I put on my ash
remembering
the suffering
Of the One
Who loves me.
We do not walk alone
The One who wept
Is with me.
Mist on Okanagan Lake
