The measure of our days (Joel 2:1-2, 12-17; Matthew 6:1-6, 16-21)
It's hard for me to grasp that mortality is my fate, too.
It's hard for me to grasp that mortality is my fate, too.
The palms we raised in celebration
burned to ashes,
moistened with oil.
Death’s greasy stain on our foreheads,
not easy to brush off.
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When my barber combs the hair
off my forehead, she stiffens,
and talk about the bright day strains
to recover the easy way between us.
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