Ash Valentine Wednesday


My funny valentine

with love in his eyes,

cinders on his forehead

and a full-moon heart

stuck in red waxing

someday to fill the sky.


My funny valentine,

bringing  roses, chocolates

are ashen looks;

last night we danced free at Carnival

but now remember

the heavy steps to come.


My funny valentine,

my life till death

departs for other lands.

When his face I gaze upon

how long I wonder

how long before he returns

to make a home with me.


My funny valentine.

The letters I write him

on the underside of wings

rest warm against the breast

of sleeping doves and cardinals.

Greg Kennedy, SJ is assigned to the spiritual exercises ministry at the Ignatius Jesuit Centre in Guelph, Ontario.

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