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Just Dust

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We must consider dust
As the world does rust
And every gust of wind
And every latent lust
Descends upon us.
Just dust.
Just dust.
From dust, we came.
To dust, we return. 
Dust  (
1: fine particles of matter (as of earth)
2: the particles into which something disintegrates
3 a: something worthless
   b: a state of humiliation
We are dust.
Our frame barely holds together.
We are flaky and falling apart on our good days.
No surprises to God.
He knows our frame and dustiness.
He looks down and says, "I can use that one."
"I can shape him."
"I can pull her together."
"That one is perfect for what I want to do."
"I'll take him; I'll take her."
Hands form us. Breath enlivens us.
We become. Bless the Lord, oh my soul.
"For he knows our frame; he remembers that we are dust." (Psalm 103:14 ESV)

"You will turn back into the dust of the earth again, but your spirit will return to God who gave it" - Ecclesiastes 12:7 New Century Version (NCV)

"...we therefore commit this body to the ground, earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust; in sure and certain hope of the Resurrection to eternal life.." - Book of Common Prayer

" started out as dirt, you’ll end up dirt.” - Genesis 3:19, The Message

But, alas, there is more.

 Dust is dust,  beneath our feet,
Pressed down into the sod.
But spirit lives; its song is sweet.
Before the very throne of God.