there are no ashes
marked upon my skin
yet inside, deep
they scatter to fill
an unexpected emptiness
who am I to mark
losses, gathered
in stacks
of nothing
from which I was created
to which I will return
where the only One Who mattered
matters still
For you were made from dust,
and to dust you will return
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As we travel on the road our Lord has placed before us, it's nice to meet a friend along the way. Thank you for stopping to leave a few or many words, I'm always interested to read your thoughts.
blessings and love,
in His service,
in the fire,