What a piece of work is a man!
…And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?
~ William Shakespeare – Hamlet’s soliloquy

God –
the God who made the dust,
who made the stars,
who made the elements of which we are composed –
that same God chooses from the beginning to make his dwelling among us,
to live for all time like us,
as a servant of the soil.
I am the dust of the earth,
but God declares that he is not too good,
not too proud,
for my dustiness.
~Daniel Stulac from Plough Quarterly No. 4: Earth

What I know for sure is this:
We come from mystery and we return to mystery.
I arrived here with no bad memories of wherever I’d come from,
so I have no good reason to fear the place to which I’ll return.
And I know this, too:
Standing closer to the reality of death
awakens my awe at the gift of life.
~Parker Palmer “On the Brink of Everything“

 …I do nothing, I give You
nothing. Yet You hold me

minute by minute
from falling.
~Denise Levertov from Psalm Fragments (Schnittke String Trio), in The Stream and the Sapphire

This dust left of man:
earth, air, water and fire
prove inadequate
to quell the significance of how,
in spoken words at the beginning,
this dust became us, and
how, forevermore,
this is holy dust we leave behind.

We are held secure from falling
by transcendent hope
of eternal life,
restored by a glory
breathed into us –
such a piece of work we are
the plainest of ash.

This year’s Lenten theme:

…where you go I will go…
Ruth 1:16