Poetry

Sackcloth and Ash

Warm tears streamed

as water from a rock,

a rock stricken and not spoken to,

welled up and released

but only when it was too late and wrong

sackcloth and ash

sackcloth and ash

it chaffs the skin, adorns the head,

but it’s too late for me

I guess, no hope for the lost,

they told me so

they told me so

sackcloth and ash

regret, repentance,

ragged, deadened soul,

they told me so

sackcloth and ash

no hope for the dead

but that’s not what

He said, that’s not what He said,

He said

I will give you rest

3 thoughts on “Sackcloth and Ash

  1. Oof! This hit me with all the feelings of regret, joy, and gratefulness. Wonderful reference to Moses—I couldn’t help but also think about Mordecai and the Ninevite king. To all of us—despite our flaws—God will grant us rest. Thanks for this piece. Refreshing as always.

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