Ashes ashes on heads on ashes of thoughts on beds of ashes sleep asleep, asleep how did we happen? to burn to ashes our love for God or God’s love for us? wait, don’t say it. the fire dies the rain makes mud of our burning love now ashes. sin is ashen a decided grey but worse the decision to kill our wildest fires.
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The musical rendition of the poem is here: :https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tXou6Jwr6P8&feature=youtu.be [1]