In the Song of Ash
Ashes on the hair are thick,
With an angel, in the wings you sing:
“Remember, man, that you are dust
And you will turn to dust.” You'll leave the world!
He knows there are advanced and low flights,
Reaching the sky and the abyss.
Just climbing, expanding the view,
And lowering the bitter signs of my lord.
He knows that erstwhile the leg wobbles,
Then he supports your grace, Lord.
Helps to escape the paths of lawlessness,
W Your immeasurable grace.
