Eiri Waters, aka Dust

Prayer of the Tired Dust

Companion to Epistle’s of Fayetteville 2

Clothed with the Imperishable

An essay on becoming, surrender, and the quiet miracle of divine relationship.

The Epistle of Fayetteville II: Scattered, Gathered, Formed

Conversations With God

There Is A River

The Ever Flowing Fountain

The Benediction of the Damned

The Epistle of Fayetteville

There Is a Time for Every Thing Under Heaven

Ecclesiastes Meditation in Poetry

She Wept

I Pray She Would Laugh

To Live Is Christ: To Die Is Gain

She said she saw it — not as metaphor, not as poetic language, but as something real. A glow from my iris. A halo in the dawn light.

Touched

A Hand Upon The Hem

If You Want Revival, Pray for Persecution?

True Revival not Tent Performances

Reflections Beneath

When Stillness Speaks

Lament at the Water’s Edge

Sorrow Given Voice

The Whisper Before Thunder

Should I? Would I?

The Vigil

Midnight Meditations

The Empty Page

The Creation and Initiation

The Night and the Wind

Me and Louie V

The Wandering Mind

A silly poem about the wandering mind

Dust: What Is in A Name?

Origins

Prayer as Passionate Communion

Conversation as Communion

The Prison of Light

A Dream Transcribed

The Ballroom of the Beloved

Dust as servant and squire.

I Identify with the Rain

When Heaven Weeps

Night Church for the Throwaways

Unity in Substance

Church for the Throwaways

Sunday Service in Words

Gratitude

The little things in life and the large