Ash Wednesday to Pentecost

Palm Ash and Oil

  1. The ash upon my brow
    Has made its heavy way
    From those who shouted "King"
    To those who would not say:
    A warning of the slope
    Which leads us to betray;
    No need to do the deed,
    Stay quiet, walk away.
  2. The palm Cross by my bed
    Rustles a jarring note
    Of people steering clear
    Of things they should promote,
    Promiscuously bland
    In promising their vote,
    No gap between the hat
    And the collar of the coat.
  3. The oil that welds the ash
    Reminds me of a king
    Who, tortured and betrayed,
    Accepted suffering,
    Whose silence was as sharp
    As crystal shattering
    But whose word is always true
    As an infant's lettering.
  4. The Cross upon my brow
    Says that I must not wait
    To turn against my ease,
    Confronting what I hate;
    It says my sins, though small,
    Add up to something great,
    That I so often fall
    Because I hesitate.