Ash made life by Father's love

Thoughts in the sunshine on Ash Wednesday morning...























Sunlight spills across the floor,

Hot and piercing through the window's chill.

The dark of Winter unremembered in the light, 

Strong rays soak in deep to bones and flesh.

Spring is coming! 

Rejoice, O weary soul!

Look to hints of glory in the thaw, 

And resurrection gleams in melting rivulets. 

Our frames of dust seek mercy by our holy fear, 

And hope in ash made life by Father's love. 

             ~Sara~

As a father shows compassion to his children, 
     so the LORD shows compassion to those who fear Him. 
For He knows our frame; 
     He remembers that we are dust. 
            ~Psalm 103:13-14




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