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Arthur Darby Nock

Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
And only he who sees takes off his shoes;
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.

Elizabeth Browning



Wednesday, February 22, 2023

Ash Wednesday

All those days

you felt like dust,

like dirt,

as if you all had to do

was turn your face

toward the wind

and be scattered

to the four corners

 

or swept away

by the smallest breath

as insubstantial

 

did you not know

what the Holy One

can do with dust?     

                     Jan Richardson

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we live in a world of ashes and dust

a world consumed

and reduced

by hate and fear and violence

 

by an earth in the throes of death

abused by those who should care for it

 

we live in a world where wildfires roar and reduce

beauty to blackened ruin

where missiles and mortar crash into homes

smashing them into concrete dust and ash

where earthquakes level buildings

crush and entombing

 

leaving people coated with dust and ash and grief

 

we cannot enter

these places

these places of ruin

and death

 

without being touched

by ashes

which cling

and mark

leaving us dirty

 

a sign

of our uncleanliness

and our participation

in what has happened here

 

our part in the creation

of a wasteland

that we call earth

 

and yet

this day

these ashes

mark us

 

not as those who do not see

not as those who do not feel the pain

of this destruction

not as those who do not repent

not as those who do not hope

 

but as those

who, while marked

look forward

toward

what will arise

 

Lent begins with ashes

With the burnt remnants of the divine image

 

Lent begins with regrets

And repentance

 

With the gross understanding that we are not what we should be

Not what we could be

 

we look in the mirror and feel like dirt, sometimes

we feel ragged and torn

and empty

 

and tired

oh so tired

 

of lies

of hate,

of anger,

and fear

 

so tired of raucous debates

and pretentious rallies

 

so worn down

by viruses

and natural disasters

 

and twisted and warped people

who abuse political power

and ban books

and worship guns

and horde wealth

 

worn down by our own lack of efficacy

our own limitations

and flaws

and grief

and helplessness

 

we feel insubstantial

as if the next piece of bad news

the next crisis

 

will cause us to finally

become so fragmented

that we are as insubstantial as ashes

 

or dry dust

 

and yet

for all that

we hope

 

we hope against [all] hope

for we are filled with God

connected in the Spirit to Sacred

to Jesus

 

and “in him all things hold together” (Col. 1)

 

even us

 

we may be dust

we may have been shredded

by the vagaries of life

 

but we know what the Sacred can do with dust

 

this Power, this Love

that dwells inside us

 

it does marvelous things in us

and through us

 

as through Jesus, it multiplied loaves and fishes

as it cast out demons

and healed the sick

and gave sight to the blind

and raised the dead to new life

 

so this Power/Love

takes the most fragmented

the most common elements

 

the most fragmented

the most common people

 

and makes them new

 

transforming

water into wine transforming

multiplication of loaves and fish transforming

calming the waters transforming

life out of death transforming

 

this Power/Love even took a cross

and made it a symbol of life

 

it can certainly take us

and make us Sacred Children

 

Ah, yes

There are days when we feel like dust

But we know what God can do

With dust

 

 

 

 

 

 

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