A PICTURE AND A POEM: DUST

“You are dust, and to dust you shall return.”

DUST

Formed from, returned to…
let me become as dust
here, now
so least, light, and lowly
that you, Spirit wind,
can gather me
hold me
carry and blow me
to dance in the ditches
to twirl through the tempests
to waltz across the wastelands
to move over the mountains
and to settle in the sanctuary
of your presence, your peace.



Genesis 3:19b NRSVUE (taken from https://www.biblegateway.com)
Photos by Karen

5 Comments on “A PICTURE AND A POEM: DUST

  1. Henry the deaf Pit Bull recently brought Barb a heart shaped rock from the desert. How did he know?

    Maybe I am really dust,
    and to dust I will return.
    Maybe all that’s good will rust,
    and every heartfelt smile will burn.
    Maybe it’s all been a joke,
    and there’s no morning after
    except for that which would evoke
    some sardonic laughter.
    And maybe I will not be taken
    by this nihilistic trap,
    believing that to be forsaken
    to the dust’s a load of crap,
    and that God will shout, “You’re Mine!”
    even to this Frankenstein.

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  2. Printing this one to carry with me at all times. It’s your best yet!! Makes me smile as I picture my Savior helping me “dance” & “twirl” & “walz” & “move” through this life, knowing that I always have a home to settle and be at peace.

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