Dying in Dust

Continual dying

 

but never dead

 

This part is no more, but all is whole.

To lose parts of yourself, for others to grow.

 

Dying of old ideas to grow new ones

As the carcase is fertilizer for the new flower

Which at birth is a doorstep for death, but never dead.

 

We all can be infinity

As we all are dying

But we allow parts of ourselves, not to be lost, not to be dying wombs

But to die, without giving new life

 

To be alive in the face of death

To build in the face of ruin

To create in the face of destruction

To give in the face of nothing

 

In making stronger muscles the old must be torn down

But not forgotten

 

Remember death because it gives life

 

An infinite is the Creator

For His namesake is His infinity mark

 

Out of nothing He brought everything

In the face of chaos He created order

In the face of order He created man

In the face of man He created His image

In the face of His image He created hope

In the face of hope He created the cross

In the face of the cross He created grace

In the face of grace He created.

 

In the dust of the old is the modeling clay of the new

 

Made from dust, love dust, dying in dust, die in dust, give dust


Continual dying

but never dead

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