The ordinary glow of common dust in ancient sunlight
stops me short
this morning
The flecks that have fallen
from the daily
walking scratching cutting caressing
shaking still shouting silence
Caught for a moment
in light that has been
falling for
ever
And in the seeing
I begin the embrace
the giving up
of all the days
the fears
the utter unknown
the that which is coming
and the what that has gone before
the Holy Ghost fire
and the blackened embers
all of it
shed across surface and air and time
pieces of me
settling
drifting
floating
awash in the morning air
hung and revolving through stillness and quiet knowing
the Ancient of Days
mixing with the leftovers of my own days
falling like manna
across and over and in
my
today
Glory
