A Small Ashen Mark

A small ashen mark,
to remember it all;
no sacrifice we give,
is ever too small.

When done in His name,
it’s a gift true and pure;
He sees all our intent,
of this we are sure.

A cross to remember,
what still is to come;
ashes to not forget,
just where we come from.

From ashes we came,
and to ashes we’ll go;
a true fact of life,
but there is more, we know.

He left us a sign,
when He rose from the dead;
showing what’s to come,
to remove any dread.

The cross will live on,
long after we depart;
and when time here ends,
in heaven, will it start.

So think of all this,
and everything He taught;
wear your mark to show,
that of death we fear not.

 © Leslie C Dobson

If you liked this poem, you can find additional ones on the poetry page of Leslie’s website.