Roaring, popping, crackling black remains
Dust to dust
Flying, swirling, covering tannish-brown particles
The sun descends
Blazing into the horizon
Conquered
Dark remains
Amid the dust and ash of life emerges
The poor, blind beggars
Stepping slowly from grimy shadows
Praying to be seen and valued
Instead of crushed and burned once more
Ashes to ashes
Dancer’s footprints
Dust to dust
Intruder’s evidence
The sun ascends
Fiery warrior
Victorious
Dispelling dark
And in the first glowing embers of light
A Promise
To be seated among princes
Swaying, joyful bodies
Move rhythmically in the luminescence
Voices rise and fall
In unison with the earth their feet have put to flight
Amid the ash and dust of life emerges
Restored, healed sons and daughters
Their past left in the dust
Ablaze with zeal and renewed purpose
“He raises the poor from the dust and lifts the beggar from the ash heap,
To set them among princes and make them inherit the throne of glory.”
1 Samuel 2:8
