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Ash Wednesday
Earth tilts
and winter passes.
Now is the time
for ashes.
Searing songs
cremate the pain.
Waving palms
incinerate.
From dust unto dust
we fall and rise,
crying to God,
we reach high
to paths
of brighter trust.
poem
by
Steven Federle
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