The Dust We Became

Dust

The one formed by Him,

The one fashioned by the Will,

Encased and molded from the most meager —

Gathered to stand on two legs,

Humanity birthed by His Love,

His Life, then the Breath.

Dust

The man became

Living formed communion,

With Eve interlaced in Adam,

Walking in the cool of the morning,

Bodily with the Father, conversing —

Woe is me even to imagine such.

Dust

Then as now,

Fallen in temptation,

Perfect unity abandoned,

Humanity cast from Eden,

Made to labor and toil

From the barren earth

By the sweat of our brow.

Dust

Yeshua proclaimed and named,

Perfection in form and purpose —

A Carpenter’s calloused hands

Accustomed to labor,

And humanity’s toil under the sun.

To die upon that which He worked,

Only to arise perfected and glorified.

Dust

As are we all,

As I have become willingly,

As we will all ultimately be.

Just given a short span

Of animating breath and pulse

From Him to direct glory back to Him —

That the dust might radiate a light so profound

It serves as proof positive

That He lives again in us,

In Him.

Sincerely my Love,

Dust,

To you,

For you,

From Him,

In me