I am but dust and ash
pasted together
given for a time
the breath of God
in several million
sniffs and puffs
each day I flake off
tiny fragments
of worn out
used up me
dust that falls to the ground
and I ooze fluid
up through my pores
to become vapor
misting off into the breeze
I am but dust and ash
rocky bits of carbon
given for a time
a throbbing pulse
of several billion
tiny tides
out and in
one day
ash and dust
shall unglue
and the tide go
in endless ebb
and the life on loan
shall return to the giver
whose life it always was
and is and ever will be
the only Life
the only Source
the only God
totally undone
yet become whole
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