Poem: Sacred Dust, Eternal Spirit

Sacred dust beneath our feet,
A whispered song, a pulse, a beat,
In every grain, a universe,
A life, a death, a quiet verse.

From ancient stars to earth’s embrace,
We carry time within our face,
Each moment woven, soft yet deep,
A tapestry we wake from sleep.

The winds that blow, the skies that roll,
Are but reflections of the soul,
The spirit lingers, always near,
In every breath, in every tear.

From dust we rise, to dust we fall,
Yet in that dust, we stand so tall,
For in the fleeting, fragile flight,
Eternal spirit shines so bright.

Each particle a memory,
Of all that was and yet will be,
The sacred dust, it holds the key,
To all we are, to all we see.

In every step, the earth will say,
That life is more than night or day,
And though our bodies fade from sight,
The spirit soars in endless light.

Sacred dust, eternal glow,
In every heart, we come to know,
That we are part of something grand,
A fleeting breath, a timeless hand.