a lenten poem
teased hair false lashes i crowned my pride in golden sashes i sang my song but crumbled & failed — a troubling stumble for a nightingale when wrinkled in sin wings shrink necks bend with ashes on skin we begin again to trust to sing to unlearn to relearn to remember we are dust & to dust we shall return
By: Katy Claire Funke
Beautiful Katy! It is important to remember the meaning of Lent and you’ve written some lovely verses to remind us…
Greetings from Spain,
Francisco
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Thank you so much, Francisco! I am so grateful for your read and comment. I’m glad you found this one meaningful 🙂
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Very, Katy, you are very welcome, my pleasure
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