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Last year’s palm crosses, incinerated,

point to our premature jubilation.

But the mercy of God has created

beauty from ashes in expiation.

The liturgical calendar comes round:

we keep being lost and keep being found.



(This ties in to the three part re-writing of

Eliot’s Ash Wednesday which I posted about two days ago:

Ash Wednesday 1, 2 and 3.)