Fleeting Treasures

Ashes to ashes

Dust to dust

From dust we were created

To dust we return

We are perhaps

Merely a passing breath

In a primordial universe

Too big for us to comprehend

But a breath with a spark of divine

Gifted by His divine breath

Created to be

And to stand in the palm

Of His mighty hand

How inconsequential we must seem

Yet have somehow become so treasured...

A puzzle so wonderful I don't want

To figure it out

Leave the present unwrapped

Judge its merit

By faulty and inadequate estimation

By a wrapping elaborate and shiny

As the metallic shimmer of a lake in the winter

A hand-held mirror

A cool manacle to that ever-observant eye

Not that I could understand

Even should I want to

A miracle and mystery designed in its very nature

To be beyond my reasoning.

Let it never become commonplace

To my small, limited mind

Written: Sat, February 13th, 2010