remember you are dust
remember you are dust
the pastor smudged
my forehead with a cross
and a focused stare
his eyes conveyed a tone
beyond admonition
an invitation to resonate
to find my place with
all that is temporary
vulnerable and valuable
remember you are dust
dust is the stuff of life
particles of a larger whole
the stuff that lives on our skin
and under our nails
coats our floor boards
no matter how well swept
ancient empires had to be
excavated because dust
buried their hubris
remember you are dust
dust never disappears
it gathers in corners and
is blown by the wind
our single-use lives are
reclaimed by the universe
we are the stuff of stars
remember you are dust
remember you are everything
*This poem is a part of my annual practice of writing every day during Lent. I don’t put a paywall on my writing because I want it to go wherever it can. I also rely on subscribers to help me make a living. You can subscribe to my newsletter either through Mailchimp or Substack. You can become a paying sponsor at Ko-Fi or on Substack. Thanks for reading.
Peace,
Milton