While the earth is still winter quiet,
before the quickening of the spring,
farmers burn their fields so that ashes
will warm the ground and
melt into nutrients when it rains.
“Remember thou art dust and to dust …”
We celebrate this annual festival
of examination and compunction
for the sake of increasing self-restraint.
Of course, this risks us making a mistake,
thinking that self-denial is all willpower
rather than relying on God’s grace.
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