Speck of Dirt
What is that tiny speck of dirt
In the distance?
That tiny, microscopic,
Beautiful speck of dirt
Imagine,
Roots running down to its red-hot core
Life filling up its breathless lungs
Once a blue-green beauty
Gem in God’s hands
Now dead, forsaken
Beaten, torn, abused,
It weeps
It weeps for breath,
Gasping for life
“In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth.”
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