Friday, September 17, 2004

Ashes to Ashes

I am poured through the hands of time
Leaving a scarlet stain that cannot be removed

This, my indelible mark that stays behind
Visible, even after I fall to the ground and

Soak into the earth and color it, too
While I turn into the mud that dries

Into ash and dust like the first
Two offerings of wine and blood and flesh

Poured out burned up sacrifices
On the altar of lesser things to an angry god

And the smoke rises to the heavens
Burning the eyes of the One whose offering is still fragrant


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