“Ashes to ashes,” a silent prayer,
All feels so final, then “dust to dust.”
Liturgy holding me, only just,
Then come the floodgates I cannot bear.
I know the cycle you wrought in time
Circling round as your endless breath.
Beauty at birth but then pain in death.
Why can’t I fathom the end sublime?
Maybe the beauty’s in painful trust,
Broken and fractured but singing hope.
Light filling darkness in spacious scope.
Heaven is voiced in our “dust to dust.”
Written on Sunday 19th August 2018.