God – the God who made the dust,
who made the stars,
who made the elements of which we are composed –
that same God chooses from the beginning to make his dwelling among us,
to live for all time like us, as a servant of the soil.
I am the dust of the earth,
but God declares that he is not too good,
not too proud,
for my dustiness.
~Daniel J. Stulac from Plough Quarterly No. 4: Earth
What a piece of work is a man!
…And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?”
~ William Shakespeare in Hamlet’s monologue
This dust left of man:
earth, air, water and fire
to quell its significance.
Only the transcendent hope
of eternal life restored
can breathe glory
into the plainest of ash.
And I am plainest of the plain.