Eiri Waters, aka Dust

If words were wings

Words given Wings

Stillness Begets Silence

Encounter in Quietude

Dearest Beloved,

Intercession In Action

The Onetime Fool

Dust as Vision

An Afghan of Stars

Prose as Poetry

Before the Turn of Autumn

Sometimes it takes a single breeze to remind us He speaks in transience.

Under September’s Canopy

Under Dour Droopy Skies

Here We Gather Once More, Beloved

Fragments of Dust, Lifted in Song

A New Chapter in Our Journey Together

New Book Release

Where Gloom and Glow Entwine

Shadows and Glory

Midnight Meditations

Carolina Choir

The Ancient Hym Sung Once More

Firelight visions and Encounters

Confessions of Dust: My Wake Up Ride

Unlikely passengers and lessons

The Greenhouse of God

In the Garden with the Gardener

The Dust We Became

Genesis to Revelation

Old Trusty

Despair as an Outfit

Seeing You in Me

Reflections in the Flesh

Brushed Against My Tent

The Edges of Self

Dust Disguised as Us

Longing given Understanding

The Offering Rises

A Mothers Lesson

Dust that Dares Glorify

Praise of Dust

The Headliner of Heaven

The Returning Tour

All Roads Lead to Him

Cowboy Cosiderations

The Tapestry of Tomorrow

Creation in Curation

The Lights Lay Low

A tribute to You My Prismatic Friend