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Glen Brady alphaomegadigital.com
These are the Ashes of Wednesday
Charred remnants of yesterday’s hope
Broken branches that resound
With songs of impotent praise
“Hosanna! Blessed is he who
comes in the name of the Lord”
Palms now turned to dusty disappointment
Dry and dusty disappointment centered
not in the one whose praises we sang
but in the hollowness of our discipleship
These are the Ashes of Wednesday
Charred remnants of yesterday’s hope
These are the Ashes of Wednesday
Painful reminders of our humanity
Charred ruins of yesterday’s castles
Silent symbols that weep
“Remember! Dust you are
And to dust you will return!”
Children under the shadow of limitation
Fatal and shadowy limitation set
not by the infinity of the Maker
but by the infirmity of the creature
These are the Ashes of Wednesday
Painful reminders of our humanity
These are the Ashes of Wednesday
Innocent resources of God’s recreation
Graceless ground of aching expectation
Wearily awaiting God’s breath
“God breathed into the dust
and Adam became a living soul”
Creature in the image of divine Creator
Beloved and redeemed creature chosen
not by virtue of our own goodness
but by the grace of Good Friday’s God
These are the Ashes of Wednesday
Innocent resources of God’s recreation
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