Born of Air, We Turn to Dust as Life Encroaches

You and I are only wisps of dust

Held together by threads of belief and desire.

The wind blows and we shift.

We face the sun and turn away.

Upon the path we find He that devours all

                “Open your mouth shriveled child,

                The clouds carry rains of dark filtered

                Light.

                If you cannot see, open your eyes.”

               

Spread your arms and embrace a Chance.

                “I am your Savior, You are my Lamb.

                Pray not for forgiveness but for joy.

                You need not fear that which you

                Cannot see.

                I promise you vision.”

We are dust

Covering the ruins of mankind

                “Come to me.”