Tuesday, July 16, 2013

The Glory of Dust


Man of dust
In breathed by ancient Gods
From primordial slime
Arose

Creation of mud
Skin wrapped to contain
Blood and bowel
You seek splendour

The splendour of transcendence
Dogged pursuit of mystery
To wrap divinity around
Corpuscled humanity

And lost in the mists of mystery
Convinced of what we do not know
Our fears convert us
Transforming us by uncertain holiness

Yet sacredness is not in holiness
But in the mud of our mortality
Fully incarnated, at one with dust

The mystery of our humanity

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