No one argues with dust.
Its sheer presence testifies
To our many yesterdays.
Even now, your body is slowly
Shedding its snakeskin of epidermis
Leaving behind a trail of all
You used to be.
Dust we are always returning to
In the midst of Life.
And yet, we bear this paradox
Emblazoned on our forehead:
Eternity within the ashes
Of the spent world
Emptiness that paves the way
For resurrection.
Life we are always returning to
In the midst of death.
Have you forgotten
What the Holy One
Can do with dust?
Downwind of Grace 
I think this gets my vote for best poem of 2020 so far! (Chrysalis was my choice for 2019.)
On Wed, Feb 26, 2020 at 6:41 AM downwind of grace wrote:
> jfunkhouser posted: “No one argues with dust. Its sheer presence testifies > To our many yesterdays. Even now, your body is slowly Shedding its > snakeskin of epidermis Leaving behind a trail of all You used to be. Dust > we are always returning to In the midst of Life. And ” >
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Thanks! That was one of my favorites from last year too! 🙂
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