For the benediction of our Ash Wednesday services, my colleague Kyle found this great poem. To me, it was so perfectly Ash Wednesday... reminding us of the mess and beauty God walked into when God became a man. More ashen reflections to come soon, but I just wanted to get this photo up. It's incredibly moving to be the one to impose a cross of ashes on the foreheads of friends and congregants and strangers, and this is only the second time I've done it.
Here's the full text from Debra Avery:
Imagine
The hands of God
Cradling
Holding
Relishing the beauty of her creation.
The scars,
the bumps,
the open wounds
the bits and pieces of shattered dreams,
of fragmented existence
Notwithstanding.
The hands of God
Cradling
Holding
Relishing the beauty of her creation.
The scars,
the bumps,
the open wounds
the bits and pieces of shattered dreams,
of fragmented existence
Notwithstanding.
Imagine
The hands of God
Salvaging
Re-creating
Redeeming
the wreckage
the mess
the broken
the pain-filled and pitiful creatures
Unconditionally.
The hands of God
Salvaging
Re-creating
Redeeming
the wreckage
the mess
the broken
the pain-filled and pitiful creatures
Unconditionally.
Imagine
The hands of God
In the evening.
In the morning.
It is good.
The hands of God
In the evening.
In the morning.
It is good.
©2011 Debra Avery
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