Ash Wednesday

In that waking moment of sense within
Go out and plant peace in the world's din
And sleep comes
And death drums
So that we'll see everyone as dearest kin

With ashes, die to this vain life
Full of grudges and with selfishness rife
And instead be free
Forgive all we see
Our souls will dance with cymbal and fife

With the cross, our Father marks family
With such hope, we march on verily
Faith through pain
We have no gain
For we give out love and joy so merrily



God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey