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# Ash Wednesday
- URL: https://mereorthodoxy.com/ash-wednesday/
- Published: 2006-03-01T08:30:53.000Z
- Updated: 2026-04-20T21:35:29.000Z
- Description: Ash Wednesday
- Author: Mere Orthodoxy
- Tags: Matthew Lee Anderson, Poetry, Theology and Practice

Update: the rather humorous spelling error is fixed. Thanks, [Jim!](http://www.decorabilia.blogspot.com/?ref=mereorthodoxy.com)

Today is Ash Wednesday, one of my favorite days in the church calendar. When I turned twenty-four this January, I joked with my students about having a "third-of-life crisis." As my days get older, my death gets closer and birthdays always remind me of that ominous fact.

While it seems morbid to many, contemplating our own mortality can be an incredibly beneficial practice for our spiritual lives. As David prays in Psalm 90:12, "So teach us to number our days that we may present unto thee a heart of wisdom." And Ash Wednesday is one of the only days in the church calendar that the reading comes from Lamentations, a drastically under-read book. My favorite: "It is good that one should wait quietly for the salvation of the Lord. It is good for a man that he bear the yoke in his youth."

The season of Lent is one of the most difficult and rewarding seasons. It is a time of fasting and self-denial, of penitence and sorrow. But it is not a time of despair--that option was cut-off by the resurrection of Christ. It is a time of preparation for the celebration of Easter, not a time when we forget that Easter happened. Rather, the Easter events must be at the forefront of our consciousness as we engage in reflection, silence, and stillness, bearing the yoke in our quickly departing youth.  
While it is an injustice to Eliot to quote only a part of his poem, I leave you with the first stanza(?) from "Ash Wednesday":

> Because I do not hope to turn again  
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> Because I do not hope  
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> Because I do not hope to turn  
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> Desiring this man's gift and that man's scope  
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> I no longer strive to strive towards such things  
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> (Why should the aged eagle stretch its wings?)  
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> Why should I mourn  
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> The vanished power of the usual reign?  
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> Because I do not hope to know again  
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> The infirm glory of the positive hour  
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> Because I do not think  
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> Because I know I shall not know  
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> The one veritable transitory power  
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> Because I cannot drink  
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> There, where trees flower, and springs flow, for there is  
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> nothing again  
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> Because I know that time is always time  
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> And place is always and only place  
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> And what is actual is actual only for one time  
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> And only for one place  
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> I rejoice that things are as they are and  
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> I renounce the bleesed face  
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> And renounce the voice  
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> Because I cannot hope to turn again  
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> Consequently I rejoice, having to construct something  
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> Upon which to rejoice  
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> And pray to God to have mercy upon us  
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> And I pray that I may forget  
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> These matters that with myself I too much discuss  
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> Too much explain  
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> Because I do not hope to turn again  
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> Let these words answer  
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> For what is done, not to be done again  
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> May the judgement not be too heavy upon us  
> Because these wings are no longer wings to fly  
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> But merely vans to beat the air  
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> The air which is now thoroughly small and dry  
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> Smaller and dryer than the will  
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> Teach us to care and not to care  
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> Teach us to sit still.  
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> Pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death.  
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> Pray for us now and at the hour of our death.