Dust of the Earth


Dust of the earth clings stubborn here,

no bath or scrubbing removes the smear;

yet snowflake’s true core is dust of the earth –

a crystallized raiment imparting true worth.


Moisture in the air condenses at cold temperatures; each flake has its beginning in a molecule of dust, and grows in beauty as it joins its brethren.  A lesson here, perhaps?

Time is Dressed in Bridal White


Time is dressed in bridal white,

ticking items off her list –

righteousness in sparkling light

with holy raiment wholly kissed.

Not yet grasping married state,

waiting for the Bridal Hall;

ever-changing while she waits

as glories stream to Royal Ball.


The Bride waits, changing from glory to glory, for the day of her final blessing…