Wednesday, February 25 Ash Wednesday
“Remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return.”
Ten bare words, a brief statement, a simple matter of fact.
“Dust”– one word, two places. Human being—my life—
stretched between them A little flesh, a few bones—
In sum, brief. But as long as I’m here, I’ll just add a
thing or two, a little flourish, here and there.
I can do much with just a little.
(I’m famous for that—just watch.) Can you see?
Here I am, now; so much more: a name, a status,
a reputation; all my accomplishments! Wow!
This is just the beginning! The sky’s the limit,
that’s where I’m headed, just one more little reach–
Look! Here I go! …..
Where have I landed? Do I hear an echo? Nothing.
Nothing?! That’s not fair. Just a minute ago
I was soaring on my great potential! Goals! Plans! Dreams!
What did they get me? Nothing. I was told this, dust to dust.
Never believed it really. But I just thought . . . forget it.
What a waste. How could I have been so foolish?
I should have seen it coming: nothing.
Stop. You’re wrong. There’s something. Remember.
It’s easy to forget when you get lost in details—yours.
Here’s a little reminder: something to remind you:
Two small lines, crossed, on your fore head.
A few ashes, a drop of oil. There’s something in the mix.
Dust. Remember? Specks. Gods comes along,
picks up a few, makes a cup of his big holy hands
so not one is lost, then God presses the particles
together, loves them entirely the whole time. Then:
Everything. Human, all being, in every direction: the whole Earth.
Remember. That’s all. It’s a matter of fact. Simple.
Something human, being flesh, being bones–
That’s what God wanted and created,
a work of love, filling up, spilling over, rushing back,
to fill up, spill over, rush back, over and over.
This is a matter of substance—yours.
Remember. Cindy Glass