coffee spoons and paschal moons
Gather close my dusty friends,
and sip the cup of conversation,
as deep to deep, the calls go forth and
iron sharpens iron.
Remove the beam that’s in my eye,
then I’ll remove your splinter.
Huddle ‘round the Lenten fire,
and bid farewell to Winter.
Mingled smoke and blossoms’ scent,
fragrance of prayer and resurrection
wisping upward toward the morning –
to the dawn of our redemption.
Smudge my pride with ash and oil.
Teach me rightly numbered days.
I’ll count my friends with coffee spoons,
and measure life by Paschal Moons.