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VaLENTine's Day

Lent has never been something I have paid much attention to as a Baptist, however, the beauty of the Lenten season has descended upon me with great force this year as I've learned more about it. One thing that I have not been able to shake from my consciousness is the idea that this year Ash Wednesday and Valentine's Day fall on the same day. As I reflected on what seems to be a juxtaposition in these two holidays a poem was formed in my mind. I thought I'd share:


In the holiday of pink and red, This year a word is found.

Days of penance great and small,

Start for the ashen crowned.


While many ponder death and woe’s,

Some relish only heart and rose.

But for each one the story goes –

“I long for love like no one knows.”


Love – this is a word hard to define,

Elusive wind that comes and flies.

We grasp for it in celebration (or desperation),

Still only shadow mind descries.


Passion burns and leaves but ash,

When earthly love is ended.

But unending love is found in Him,

Who in phoenix-form ascended.


Yes, in those ashes perfect love,

Is offered one and all.

From hand cut heart to sacred fire,

This is the soul’s great call.


So, find in life what love you can,

But miss not what’s deep inside.

Eternity calls to you today,

As ash and love collide.


Copyright © 2024 by Travis Teague

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