I am dust, organized
I am earth, digested
I am a forced settlement
of soil that has been
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And filaments of life will invade my temple and carry its treasures- beautiful lines- voted 10
Hey, Neal! You’ve picked a subject for this poem that I can't imagine anyone else pulling off so well (except maybe Dylan Thomas) . Good stuff! Scripture declares this whole world is passing away to be replaced by a new heaven and new earth. So, as you say, our words will disappear. But, maybe, our lives hid in God, perhaps God, pleased with remembering them. Might ask us to recite. -Glen
A beautifully crafted thought provoking poem. And all my failures, all my inadequacies will dance forevermore in the light of the sun...turning soil into life...... Beautiful lines from a magificent poem about life and death.
... invading filaments of life. Brilliant.