Ash Wednesday. Noon service at the Anglo-Catholics with the imposition of ashes. ‘Remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return.’ Mingling of dark and light in the old words and the winter light through the windows. Have mercy on us. Open our lips and we’ll praise you. We’re so entangled in sin we can barely think straight.
Some of us gave token money to the homeless man who smartly comes and sits outside the church with his dog before mass. I spoke to him. He told me sharper things than some of the folk in church.
Notes from a Room 