In the Ashes

Today, I sat in the heap of ashes

Even the good memories seemed grey.

If I tried to remember and hold on to them

They simply blew away.

Today, I tasted dusty ashes

The bitterness caused me to cry,

With every bite, my lips choked out

The anguished question, “Why?”

Today, covered in soot and ashes,

I asked God to lift my head.

And to bestow the crown of beauty

To my soul that felt so dead.

Today, still colored grey in ashes,

God kindly cupped my face.

He wept with me as He saw my pain,

Each teardrop bringing grace.