open a season of fasting and prayer.
This morning, a white dusting of snow.
This afternoon, black dust that we are,
and to which we will all return.
For those who still need a reminder.
The Ashes
open a season of fasting and prayer.
This morning, a white dusting of snow.
This afternoon, black dust that we are,
and to which we will all return.
For those who still need a reminder.
Writing the Day 