Photo by Dennis B. Calhoun

It is in the blessing,
or the confessing,
or in the slipping away of time
that I do not have to give
that You always
seem to show up
to remind me
that all I have is this breath
and the moment in-between that there is no breath.

I know this does not make any sense at all,
but these are words in my heart and mind
on this late afternoon of
Ash Wednesday, Year A, 2017.

Bless, confess, slip,
Breath, body, bone,
in the smudge of ash upon my brow,
You re-member me
into the dust from which
I have come,
and where I will eventually end up…
a earth parenthesis
all of who I am
blood, cells, organs, heart,
thought, love, limbs,
work, chores, headaches,
hate, fear, skin, hopes
water, muscle, mind.

I remember.
Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
I beseech You,
to grant me Grace for the journey that begins today,
and for a sure and certain hope
of resurrection.


Rev. Karla Miller is Minister for Community Life at Old North Church Marblehead, which is on the North Shore of Boston.  She is a contributor to the RevGalBlogPal’s book, There is a Woman in the  Pulpit.
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2 thoughts on “Ash Wednesday Prayer

  1. Read this prayer on Thursday morning and felt “re-membered” and renewed – I am tired but grateful for this prayer and for all of you who are tired today too!

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