Sculpture by Ken M. White

Winter gloom and darkness
turn the heart.

Blow Lent’s trumpet if you must,
and tremble.

But before you mourn in solemn assembly
remember

that these ashes
were once profligate palms
that welcomed Love.

Huddle in your prayer closet
marked with ashes as you may,

Love will see you
and prick your heart.

For February’s snow wraps the earth
as wanton Love embraces all its inhabitants.