Monday, January 11, 2010

Readings: Dust

Here are the first two stanzas of a pretty good poem by Michael Chitwood, entitled, "Dust":

God said to Jacob
I shall make your descendants like the dust of the earth.
It was just like the Lord,
always the twin meaning.

Like us, dust clings to the what-nots.
Like dust, we find our place among the stones and grass blades.
Our history is a history
of rise and fall.

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