Divine Dust | A Poem
by L.M. Browning, from a working collection
Mountain shards
prehistoric seas
lands lost blown across
the shifting horizons
all held in hand.
Gathering dust
in the mantle spun
particles of God
in chain formed
the milky way.
Dust is the beginning,
dust is the end
and all things in-between.
Thoughts sifting through
the hands of the creator
falling into cosmic spirals.