Dust and Dignity

by Julie Webb Kelley

We . . . you, me too.

From a handful of dust,

Shaken, molded,

Brought to pass,

As flesh and bone and breath.

But the dust alone, it lacked

A semblance of the Devine.

Leaning in close,

Releasing His Word,

Spilling His life,

He coated the dust with dignity.

Now, we . . . you, me too are

His only weakness.