From Dust

From Dust

"In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread,

till thou return unto the ground;

for out of it wast thou taken:

for dust thou art,

and unto dust shalt thou return."

I'm constantly stricken by the temporal nature of existence.

We live, we breathe, we move, we touch, but nothing is permanent.

How do we deal with the fact that life goes on when we are gone?

How do we reckon with the truth that there is eternal and our lives

are but a blink of the eye of time?

We can sense eternity, and other concepts outside of ourselves,

yet we are bound by space and time even though we reach for more.

We came from dust, were instilled with a sense of eternity,

and will once again return to the dust from which we came.

Should we bury this paradox? Should be beleaguer

over this contradiction? We can long for eternity,

but we must not forget our human lives will end.

We are made for more, and this is not where

and who we're intended to be.