Week 27 : Dust

The Dust blows through town
homeless and transient
Lacking substance
To the one
who’s wiping it down
 
Far from something
Yet, part of everything
The end of life
As well as the beginning
 
An irritating invader
Mantle squatting pest
It lays in disgust
Taking its rest
 
Choking the one
It earlier formed
Taking the breath
The Lord adorned
 
A reflection of my past
My future I trust
From mantle to graveyard
From dust to dust
 
David Kettler
 
 10/21/17
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