. . . and a poem for the day:
Remembering I am but dust,
I form a silent prayer of trust
That God can build
Of spittle and of dust
His will.
I think it's just
That He who made me knows
I am but dust.
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Alas, no parish here = no ashes . . . but the day and its meaning are on my mind. Have a blessed day, everyone.
Remembering I am but dust,
I form a silent prayer of trust
That God can build
Of spittle and of dust
His will.
I think it's just
That He who made me knows
I am but dust.
[no image copyright infringement intended]
Alas, no parish here = no ashes . . . but the day and its meaning are on my mind. Have a blessed day, everyone.
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