Lenten Grace — Dust as Equalizer

photo by Josh Scholten
photo by Josh Scholten

It comes equally to us all,
and makes us all equal when it comes.

The ashes of an oak in the chimney
are no epitaph of that oak,

to tell me how high or how large that was;
it tells me not what flocks it sheltered while it stood,
nor what men it hurt when it fell †
and when a whirlwind hath blown
the dust of the churchyard into the church,
and the man sweeps out
the dust of the church into the churchyard,
who will undertake
to sift those dusts again,
and to pronounce,
This is the Patrician,
this the noble flower,
and this the yeomanly,
this the Plebeian bran.
~ John Donne

And we shall all look the same when the end comes
sifted through His hands
blown on with His breath
bled on in His sacrifice–
Varied as we are now in life,
we shall, in death, become One in Him.

Amen