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Another Wednesday

He was in the twilight of his papacy,
a long and beautiful twilight
when I noticed him struggling
at a Wednesday audience.

Now comes another Wednesday
with its messy reminders that
we are dust and to dust we return,

and the pope seems to carry
in his frail and broken body
all the ashes of the world.

By Lisa Lindsey

© 2014 Lisa Lindsey (All rights reserved)


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