DUST

Monument

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.

~~~~~~

For DVERSE;s Poetics Prompt:  Impermanence

Dust, because Ash Wednesday

7 comments

  1. 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

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