This poem is a few years old and has aged well, in my opinion. Please do search for the rhythm and meter…and let the words resonate in a timeless sense of Ash Wednesday and the immediate sense of the day after a national spewing of effluvia all over the face of Truth (last night’s “State of the Union Address”).

It’s interesting…I find I have nothing new to say, as these words from ten short years ago still sit there on the shelf like a vacuum sealed Powerbar never touched or opened.