Ash Wednesday

No one argues with dust.

Its sheer presence testifies

To our many yesterdays.

Even now, your body is slowly

Shedding its snakeskin of epidermis

Leaving behind a trail of all

You used to be.

Dust we are always returning to

In the midst of Life.

 

And yet, we bear this paradox

Emblazoned on our forehead:

Eternity within the ashes

Of the spent world

Emptiness that paves the way

For resurrection.

Life we are always returning to

In the midst of death.

 

Have you forgotten

What the Holy One

Can do with dust?

 

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2 thoughts on “Ash Wednesday

  1. I think this gets my vote for best poem of 2020 so far! (Chrysalis was my choice for 2019.)

    On Wed, Feb 26, 2020 at 6:41 AM downwind of grace wrote:

    > jfunkhouser posted: “No one argues with dust. Its sheer presence testifies > To our many yesterdays. Even now, your body is slowly Shedding its > snakeskin of epidermis Leaving behind a trail of all You used to be. Dust > we are always returning to In the midst of Life. And ” >

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