Holy Ashes...

if love be this house
of flesh and scars...
this pathway made of living.
the bridge of doing and done,
the shelves of dying laid by hand.
the bed made with reverent memories,
the pot of giving boiling on the stove...
then light the match,
i'll burn it all down...
and wrap your body in holy ashes!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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