Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Ash Wednesday

It's a slightly complicated Ash Wednesday for me which means I won't make services at either church where I am worshiping these days.  So, my cielo (being also a pastor) gave me the ashes in our backyard with the bright sun washing down, birdies hovering nearby, and crocuses blooming through the still-melting snow.

One of the readings we did was this Jan Richardson poem:

Blessing the Dust
A Blessing for Ash Wednesday

All those days
you felt like dust,
like dirt,
as if all you 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?

This is the day
we freely say
we are scorched.

This is the hour
we are marked
by what has made it
through the burning.

This is the moment
we ask for the blessing
that lives within
the ancient ashes,
that makes its home
inside the soil of
this sacred earth.

So let us be marked
not for sorrow.
And let us be marked
not for shame.
Let us be marked
not for false humility
or for thinking
we are less
than we are

but for claiming
what God can do
within the dust,
within the dirt,
within the stuff
of which the world
is made,
and the stars that blaze
in our bones,
and the galaxies that spiral
inside the smudge
we bear.

Amen to that.  I have been through the burning.  Look what God can do with the dust!