Dust

Dust is lying quietly, battered and broken-- for he is nothing. basest of substance, empty and lifeless Dust is Dust is bowing reverently, for He kneels by him-- oh Sweet Majesty! overwhelmed with love, with fear--with wonder! Dust is. Dust is gathered silently, clinging to Kind Hands-- Soft, Powerful Hands. carefully, fearfully, wonderfully made Dust is. Dust is cradled lovingly in the Sculptor's Arms, breathing Breath of Life while all of creation proclaims in awe, "Dust is."(poems go here)