#114
Orion Nebula
Why would God make
Such a glorious sight,
Bright blazing suns
Lighting dust in our night,
But hiding the glory
Light years from our cries,
Unveiling the beauty
To alien skies?
dust
Since a response to the day seemed called for...
#91
Ash Wednesday
"Ashes to ashes;
Dust to dust":
My soul would be golden,
Though it's nothing but rust.
I scrub and I scour
From daylight to dusk,
And though I weigh plenty,
I'm nothing but husk!
Tossed to the wind
I'd soon disappear;
Only real substance
Has nothing to fear.
Lord, make me precious,
Take my poor clay,
Make a real person:
On this day I pray.
I should call this bit of verse a tangle of metaphor, but after fussing at it for the last few days, I decided it would stand, and it wasn't about to get better.