The Glory of Dust

Man of dust
In breathed by ancient Gods
From primordial slime
Creation of mud
Skin wrapped to contain
Blood and bowel
You seek splendour
The splendour of transcendence
Dogged pursuit of mystery
To wrap divinity around
Corpuscled humanity
And lost in the mists of mystery
Convinced of what we do not know
Our fears convert us
Transforming us by uncertain holiness
Yet sacredness is not in holiness
But in the mud of our mortality
Fully incarnated, at one with dust

The mystery of our humanity

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