The dust that settles
on the ground is the dust
that marks my forehead,
the dust that will be deep
beneath some graven mark.
From dust, we are
formed, to dust, we are
restored. Who will remember
what was there once
when everything that is
in the end, is what was?
Who will find the future
when the present is lost
to time? Eternity awaits
him who leaves his dust behind.
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For DVERSE;s Poetics Prompt: Impermanence
Dust, because Ash Wednesday
So poignant beautiful, you brought history and today, the divine and the dust in a few lines. 🌻
Thank you for the kind words. 😊
What about memories, our soul, what about love and light?
I find that memories and love from people who gone before have often
given me strength. As a family they live for generations in our telling.
But, yes, our bodies become dust/ earth when the time comes.
Miriam
Hi Imelda, howdy? Love your words 🙂
We’re all here for a only a fleeting time. Thank you!
Good point at the end about leaving the dust behind.
I think that leaving dust behind is something some good,,, becoming flowerbeds of dust is good I think