Bodies made of dirt
Earth and soil
Remembering who we are
Not gods
But the image of God
Not divine
But the likeness of the divine
Made with breath
The wind in our lungs
Dependent on intimate touch
From our creator
To be brought together
From the ground up
Connected to all the life around us
Not separate
But tied,
woven,
A branch
A leaf
The ashes on the forehead mark the mind
To remind us of the person who we are
As temporary persons
Who leave our imprint
By way of our love for one another
Not by way of the power
Nor control
But the gentle hands of a sculptor
Shaping us
In cooperation,
In co-creation
Creation shaped by the created
Created shaping the creator
The artist seeing themselves
in the earthenware
By way of growing tenderness,
A shoot that emerges forth from the ground
That climbs upward to the sun
That will return one day
To the earth it has come
As a seed
As life eternal
As life renewed
Lenten Calendar Suggestion
Fast an unhealthy habit for the day.