Dust Returning [New Poem]
Dust collects on me As I am dust returning Fading as my possessions do Burning up as yesterday’s logs on the hearth Swirling as on a windy day Stinging my eyes in bewildering chaos I tread on others As they tread on me Souls sticking to soles Lowered and pressed low Tramping fragments of decay And death, the Spirit’s life dismembered But will the wind reanimate? Bring form in the great scattering? When conquerors rush on Entering windows in pursuit? Yea, remembering our frame, He joins Us, binding in secret, making whole.
This is a brief poem for Ash Wednesday where I mediate on the themes related to dust and ashes as found in Joel 2, Isaiah 58, Psalm 103, Matthew 6:1-21, and 2 Corinthians 5:20-6:10. Much thanks to the folks at Every Moment Holy and the reading and reflection prompts in their 2023 Lenten Journal.
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