Ashes of Lent

My eyes were fixed intently

Upon the Crucifix before me,

Silently praying a wordless prayer,

As sweet waves of harmonic voices

Allowed me to travel to another dimension.

In this moment,

I did not know exactly what I was praying.

Yet it existed, and I understood…

Understood without understanding.

It was a thought, a feeling,

A glimpse of the moment

And, perhaps, the past and future.


In the Name of the Father,

And of the Son,

And of the Holy Spirit.


I closed my eyes

As the coolness of ashes

Gently marked on my forehead

Became the Sign of the Cross.

The Sign of the Cross

Before which I now stood.

An outer sign of inner grace.

And a prayer.

An embrace.


And, once again,

I was drawn into the Song,

The Beauty surrounding me…


And then the music came

And washed over me

With sweet sympathy.

It beckoned me

And I drew close,

Held in a tight embrace.


It turned into an outstretched hand,

Holding a sacred Communion host.


May almighty God bless you…

The Father,

And the Son,

And the Holy Spirit.


I crossed myself,

Hugging God close.

By Gina Marinello-Sweeney

(The above excerpts have been switched to poetry format for the purpose of this post.  The source material, I THIRST, is a novel, available for purchase at