I do realize that both may be true.
I usually don't have much in the way of plans for the Tuesday before Ash Wednesday. But tonight, my local Lutheran church is having a pancake supper to raise funds to send the youth to the big Gathering later this year. And we are planning to go.
I say my local Lutheran church, which means the one around the corner from my Lutheridge house, the one with the quilt group that has become dear to my heart. I rarely worship there anymore, because I go to my other church, Faith Lutheran in Bristol, Tennessee, where we'll celebrate Ash Wednesday together; they, too, are having a pancake supper tonight. And I'm still a member of my South Florida church, Trinity Lutheran in Pembroke Pines; they had beignets this past Sunday.
For my three classes today, I'll present three different love poems and have them write a bit. I decided to go with love poems and not Ash Wednesday poems, and I decided to stay away from traditional love poetry. Here's what we'll be doing, if you want to read along:
The poem that's closest to a traditional love poem is Leah Furnas' "The Longley-Weds Know." The one with the biggest Ash Wednesday vibe is Maggie Smith's "Good Bones"--it's a hopeful Ash Wednesday vibe, but an Ash Wednesday vibe nonetheless. And the poem that is the one that makes me feel a spark of hope in an Ash Wednesday kind of way is Naomi Shihab Nye's "Gate A-4."
I wasn't able to find much poetry with an outright Ash Wednesday theme, apart from T. S. Eliot, whom I'm not going to tackle with first year students. And I thought about my own--I've got a series of Ash Wednesday poems, but I don't feel like including them. I've posted some of them here in the past. Maybe tomorrow I'll unveil a new one. Maybe today, I'll write a new one.
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