FROM DUST (Ashes) YOU CAME AND TO DUST YOU SHALL RETURN

Returning Home

It is true you know....

in our rapid fast paced world,

moving like a kalaidoscope

colors swirling.

I tend to forget...

there is a mortality

a finality

rushing at us

nonstop

moving, spinning, churning

at different paces and all around us,

Mere dust

covering my house in its' spread out layer over everything....

that thing that gets on the last end of my last nerve.

Dust, not cute pretty bunnies,

really just plain dirt,

I run my fingers through it marking my unkept undomestic goddess way of living and I think.....not for me.

I don't want to go there...not for me...

I am not just a smear of ground up nothing....

and then I hear her words....

"It's counter-cultural and I think to myself...hum---perhaps?"

Dust....

it begins with a mark on my forehead,

and i think to myself, "but then the world may know"

but counter cultural kinda attracts me....

Dust, I feel myself resistantly walking forward...

moving in a tiny line of folks toward the front of the sanctuary.....

darkness...

She dips her finger in that dark black ugly ashen dust....

and I think...

"I still have time to run!"

she moves toward my forehead,

eyes staring into mine,

Dust...

I stare,

dirty fingers toward my head,

I feel her touch...

God's touch....creative hands,

I smell and feel HER touch,

God-smell-God-feel

and suddenly I realize I am really home again,

Back at the Dusty Womb where I began....

Dust returned.

written on Ash Wed 2008 pglm