With a sigh and a muffled sob, I set down my ashes:
this fragile life, this fragile ego, these vain illusions
of all that I might do…might have…might be.
With a sigh and twinge of regret, I set down my ashes:
dreams I have chased, wounds I have clung to,
fears that have crowded out hope like weeds.
With a sigh and a longing cry, I pick up your healing oils:
humility to recognize your glory, purpose in the work
alongside one another, gratitude of breath & body.
With a sigh and a contrite spirit, I pick up your healing oils
to sustain this journey — for forty days, for a lifetime —
surrounded by grace and animated by love.
Let the ashes be ashes.
Let the dust be dust.
Let the healing begin.
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On Joel 2:12 — “Yet even now, says the LORD,
return to me with all your heart, with fasting,
with weeping, with mourning.”
Yes, that is what this season is about. To set down ashes, to be marked as human, to pick up ways of healing. Thank you, Rachel.
Thanks, Hilary. Blessings for Lent!