I am dust.
I am fragile.
I can be blown places I do not want to go.
Sometimes I leave marks I don’t want to leave.
I am dust.
I am temporary.
But, I matter.
And, my voice matters.
Some try to silence the truth.
The truth lives in the dust.
Let the Breath of Life reveal the truth.
I am dust.
I will return.
I will return to the One who created me.
The One who will give me strength.
The One who goes before me and with me and behind me.
The One who forgives me and forgets.
I am dust.
I will return.
(c) 2019 Rev. Dr. Lil Smith