fear not the rub of ash
fear not the rub of ash the burning
away of want of wanting
for the future a yet to be He stripped
and bared before us our own cross
bears our sacrifice but tincture
of tears weep none for the past
once passed returns our Son
our scarlet scars to heal in dark
to rise from ash His sign revealed
I wrote this poem for Abbey of the Arts Poetry Party #44, "Entering the Desert's Fire"; and for Carry On Tuesday's prompt for February 16, which comprises this quote from 19th Century poet Percy Bysshe Shelley's "To a Skylark": "Fear not for the future / Weep not for the past".
Go here for the poems or the links to the poems collected for the Abbey's poetry party. The deadline for contributions is Friday, February 19. There will be a random drawing that day for a copy of Christine Valters Paintner's Sacred Poetry: An Invitation to Write.
Go here for links to all the poems for Carry on Tuesday.