Dust of Life

The corners of my soul

Hold the dust of life

Little particles

Of the past

Cling to it's walls

Holding on to something

Nameless,

Invisible,

Yet always present.

At times the particles

Morph into sharp edges

That make my soul bleed.

Heal my pain;

Free me from the grasp

Of wretched time.

In my soul

I want to find stillness

Seek peace

Open windows

Close doors

Sweep away the dust

Be clean once more.

I am burdened.

I am marred by scars

That refuse to heal.

Heal me.

I am fragile;

I am lost.

Find me

Under the particles

I am here;

Hear my voice.

Rescue me,

O powerful One.

I refuse to let this dust

Overtake my life.

Cause me pain.

Destroy beauty.

Kill love.

Come, mighty wind!

Sweep this dust from my soul

Carry it away.

Burden me no more.

My soul refuses to die.

By grace it will heal

Love will replace the dust

And I will fly.