Feb. 13, 2024
Sifting Ashes
What would you do
if you were invited
to enter your heart
in this season
of self-honesty?
If you were encouraged
to leave reason and judgment
behind and instead
ask grace to be your
companion?
Would you say yes?
Would you accept the flashlight
offered when you crossed
the threshold, the decoder ring
needed to decipher
each message that begs
revelation?
Could you look?
Once inside, would you willingly
sift through the ashes
that have accumulated
over your life
like the layers
of cinder in your
own unswept fireplace?
Finger the silt-soft remains
of grief, remorse, regret,
guilt, even shame,
letting them fall
through your fingers
like the fair hair
of a child?
For here you will hear
the stories that make you
you, filled with ashes
and hope, shadows and light, death
and life.
And after you have sat
among the ashes,
know that it is your choice
to decide which to wash away,
which to bury, and which
to hold to your heart
like a locket,
as you emerge
to breathe the bright air
of Spring.
© Rosemary McMahan
Photo credit: Pixabay

Beautiful!!
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Thank you!
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I’m looking for my decoder ring!!! My spiritual practice this year is to begin sifting through my decades of journals. Your beautiful poem, especially the last stanza, is an inspiration.
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I tried to reread journals once and it took so much time! Good luck to you on that endeavor. Yes, lots of sitting and sifting to do.
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