I often cross myself in worship
especially when the bread and wine of Christ
are re-membered in me.
The gesture is an affirmation of who I am
and whom I follow.
Today the cross is smudged on my face
for all to see how poorly I reflect
his cross I claim as my own.
It is out of focus,
lacking the crisp outline even a shadow can cast.
My feeble attempts at following in his way
make my cross indistinct.
And so I turn again,
accept the invitation to come closer, slowly,
to the cross made dim by distance
until its texture and detail draw me in,
fill my vision, and define me.
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Beautifully put, Deb.
Today I went to Mass at 8:30. Instead of putting the ashes on our foreheads, they were sprinkled on top of our heads (due to Covid-19 precautions).
Father Hogan noted that they’ve been doing it this way in Europe for years. I found that interesting.
Wishing all of you a blessed Lenten season – looking forward to new life for all of us in many different ways by Easter.
BA
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Thanks, Barb. I was thinking of a solution for the ashes, but this is better!
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Thank you once again for such a thought provoking poem. I love “re- membered”.
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Thanks, Chris.
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