lenten journal: digging in


my job tonight was IMG_4065
to mix the ashes
and the oil making
from the charred remains
a paste of penitence

the sacred soot stared
from the bottom of
the plate as I poured
olive oil from home
and began to stir

the ashes stuck to
me like skin like they
knew me turning the
lines across my palm
into an ancient

map of heart I looked
as though I had been
digging in the dirt
even now my nails
are outlined by an

ashy shadow a
call to dig a grave
to plant a new bulb
in the same motion
a farmer of faith



  1. Amen.
    The very first journey I took with you was Lent, several years ago. Your daily writing cracked something open in me.

    I am so grateful, and glad that the journey continues, fear and trembling, death and resurrection. Thank you for your words and their influence on my life.

  2. Beautiful. I appreciate your writings. This one reminds me of a camp when we shared the Lord’s supper and you asked why do we just take a tiny crumb of bread when it is passed. God offers us so much and it’s like we are afraid of it….”come and see…take and eat…” I think of that moment each time the bread is passed or taken…25+yrs later…
    Thankful for you in my journey.

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