Let This Offering Live Till I Kneel Again...
When the table is set and the candles glow,
The ashes are waiting, the water stands still,
The wine is cupped, and the bread lies low—
Prepare my soul, Lord, my longing, my will,
For the burnt offering I am about to make...
As wax dissolves and dust anoints,
Grape’s crimson stains my hands,
The unleavened bread in silence breaks—
Crush my soul, Lord, my dreams, my plans,
Like the sacrifice trembling in my grasp...
As embers whisper beneath my breath,
Wine and wax entwine in the air,
Bread’s broken scent defies even death—
Renew my soul, Lord, my life, my prayer,
As a fragrance of offering rising to You...
As I taste Your body and drink Your blood,
Let our flesh meet, and our blood entwine,
Flowing through every artery and vein like a sacred flood—
Heal my soul, Lord, my past, and my pains,
As a burnt offering, holy and new...
And then, when I rinse the chalice and wipe the bowl,
Blow out the candles, let shadows descend,
Fold the linens and cleanse the coal—
Make my soul, Lord, my dawns without end,
Let this offering live till I kneel again...
(Ash Wednesday Inspiration...)