It could so easily be just another day
just another Wednesday
filled with our selfish desires
consumed by our petty differences
wasted in our rush to see the day through
But this is no ordinary day
certainly no ordinary Wednesday
For today we stand reminded of what we truly are
dust and ash
surrounded by death
And suddenly we find that
our desires
our differences
our anticipations
are likewise nothing but dust and ash
We would rather treat this day
as though it made no difference in our lives
like we do nearly every other day
But how can we be honest with ourselves
and thereby be honest with you
if we never admit how terrified we are of death
We are dust and to dust we shall return
But just as today is no ordinary day
you are no ordinary God
So we wait with eager expectation
fearful, but hopeful
we wait