A Glimmer are but we - My Hope on Ash Wednesday

Pain's fire buries the land in ashes to renew the Earth, which gives it light to breathe again.

Left smoldering is the ache of loss, neglect, despair, and fear - it will continue its glow until Love suffocates the pain. Love stitched together with compassion, consideration, concern, and care. The same that awakes a Mother to her child's need in the middle of the night - her sleep a sacrifice to help another into peaceful slumber.

We celebrate renewal every year at this time without honoring from our very first rotation of life. The cycle began before we ever opened our eyes, a history before us as there will be one created also without us. Our time is but a glimmer-

A glimmer outlined with blood spilled from the innocent? As man defines God's word? Rule? Ashes to ashes, dust to dust...man's ego is stuck on pride's lust.

A Glimmer are but we.....

When will we breathe? Breathe the air of renewal without battles and loss?

We think spring is on the way as lighter appears our days -

But, until we no longer need to own what can never be ours to claim, the heavens above - we will continue to ruin the land we stand upon and hand to our children.

In the Name of the Father?

Holy Mother Hear Our Prayers.

Breathe Life-Love- into US.