First of Fallen Snow
Poem
My name is Eiri,
First of Fallen Snow,
Gray hair gained from more than time,
A heart scar-mapped, healed in places unseen.
Also called Dust,
Carbon that sings of Glory,
Absent Music, yet focused on Muse,
Family chosen, not born, who stayed,
Through transgender transition’s storied storms,
Surrounded always by four-pawed kin.
At any given time
My mind is far above and beyond,
within the hallowed halls of reason and heart,
at the intersection of hope and despair,
looking toward the Inner Throne
where the Father dwells
and tides are steadied.
Little Louie, fast faithful friend,
shadowed Shih Tzu, never far behind.
Steiner, the elder gray-footed one,
first of the pawed family.
Old graybeard Gandalf, wizened near dead,
perched on ledges in the setting sun.
From appearances:
Tall, broad-shouldered, a gym-forged frame,
eyes hazel and deep from too many sights seen.
Like tides, colors change, fickle, frail.
A daughter built strong as a man,
yet with a heart flowered, thorned in bloom.
Contradiction clothed in flesh,
yet I remain;
No words are required to make the claim.
Tattooed on neck:
Holy, Holy, Holy,
Beloved scrolled across the chest,
etched again upon the hand as a cue,
roses climbing right arm to shoulder height.
Hidden behind, at the nape:
A Living Sacrifice.
So, friends, and those who will know me later,
I stand and fall, giving rise to Truth in Light.
A broken vessel, leaking promises in prose and poetry,
a testimony refusing silence in the face of flimsy faith.
A daughter, a mother, a son, a father,
a husband, a wife, a sister, a brother.
From all these lives lived, layered and learned,
I give to you a piece of me:
an image of a heart
that breathes,
and draws breath,
As it learns.
If you’ve found meaning in these words, I’ve poured the same heart into my books. They are all available to read freely on Kindle Unlimited. May they speak life, truth, and wonder to you in the quiet places. Thank you for journeying with me.
Also consider another Work by Dust.