A Cross on my forehead, in ash,
reminds me of where I will be;
when the years pass by in a flash,
I’ll return to the earth, naturally.
The ways of the world are a veil,
that seek to berate and to hate;
that aim to destroy and assail,
but that too will disintegrate.
And truth will triumph in the end,
in all its pure glory and might;
And we will all learn to transcend,
the grief and the fear of the night.
So, remember, reflect and repent,
for this precious time is Lent…