Dust that Dares Glorify

In times long lost to memory,

Fogged over,

She motions with hand expansively.

I have seen it,

Camouflaged in plain sight

She recounts with remembered awe,

In the land of the,

Valley of the shadow of death,

I have beheld splendor —

A brilliance that pressed against my skin,

Like a vibration of radiance

Like thunder held in silence,

That I became and have become,

Dust.

The Holy Spirit sings,

A melody so pure it reverberates as echoing awe,

Through vibrating vertebrae,

Trembling marrow and ringing bone,

each breath tuned to fire,

each heartbeat a drum of surrender,

And raging immediacy contained.

And we, the sung, sit dumbfounded,

Till all become as I became,

Dust.

Dust,

As we were once,

Dust,

So shall we ever be.

The refrain of homecoming,

The choir of angels joined in chorus,

Proclaiming His imminent return,

The Glorious Gathered Saints,

Their praise loving one another,

From the heart,

Because of Him,

And He for Us.

I hear it now, Beloved,

The immanency of allotted time,

The trumpets already blown,

Those remaining,

Waning ever so swiftly.

The glass runs empty,

grains falling like sparks,

each one a moment unlived no more,

Till no grains of sand remain

Above appointed time.

Till we become as I am:

Dust that dares glorify

The Holy Father openly.

With life and deed commingled,

Unto Him