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.