The Onetime Fool
Dust as Vision
This is something new, poetry bordering prose, used to embody a message delivered. I would call it experiential poetry.
Come here, she motions animatedly,
Her form aglow in pale pre-dawn light.
We draw nearer without telltale trepidation,
Our hearts settled with the choice, approving.
She beckons us forward, but only a scant inch nearer.
This is Dust, the onetime fool, now worshipful,
Admirer and poet of the earth, in the vein of psalmists.
We still our internal ramblings, noting the faint smile,
Barely visible upon her tan complexion,
Contrasting starkly with age-whitened hair,
Dancing with auburn’s fading embers.
“He is easiest to hear when two or more are gathered together,
When community and worship carry focused conversation,
Always centered upon Him — how He moves, how He speaks,
How His whispers appear in today’s busy, internet-dominated world.”
She takes a step back, looking upward, contemplative.
Brows furrowed, life lines traced at her eyes’ corners.
She turns, faces us full on, hazel eyes aflame with intensity.
“We need to talk about Him more, not less.
We need less concern for correctness,
And more for discovery — for exploration of Him.
One lifetime is not enough, but it is the beginning, the seed.
Once sown, eternity is born:
One of drought, or one of plenty.”
She closes her eyes for a moment,
Raising her calloused hands to weary, shadowed lids,
Haunted by what she has seen and now whispers.
The toll shows in the slump of her massive shoulders.
Her stare cuts through layers,
Peeling back dimensions with embodied Love so pure
She sets fire to creation.
We draw back, alarmed and astonished,
Cold sweat pooling, plastered on flesh beneath blankets,
Startling awake, alert now,
As the fog of the dream recedes.
The vision slips behind the cares,
The many small worries that plague the day…
Until next we meet.
Or perhaps it never slipped at all,
But stepped through these very words,
Taking root in you as you read them.
Did you only imagine it,
or were you there beside us,
seeing her eyes aflame,
feeling her voice burn through your chest?
Sincerely Dust,
To you,
For you,
From Him,
In me.