My throat thick, my nostrils full
the smell of their burning on my skin
palms of the festival, of the glory; Hosannah!
your triumphant entrance
burned for the ashes, the beginning of Lent
The palms they waved, we shared, laid at your feet
A stain now, upon our skin,
remembering your gift, your offering
The palms burnt, the sanctuary still
beginning a journey of remembrance
your choice, your faithfulness, your servanthood
ever present in our hearts, we pray
February 21, 2009
preparing the Ash Wednesday ashes
from Palm Sunday’s palms
(Raymond A. Foss)
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