Falling for Dust

Fearlessly I breathe.

The air I inhale is different. Its texture is different, its purpose.

This air once suffocated me – taking my life slowly.

I fell, and I fought.

I fought the lies and I fought back tears.

I fought to mend broken hearts, mine included.

I fought pain and heartache.

I fought God on grace, whether I was worthy of receiving it.

After a fall, one often tries to stand.

But sometimes embracing gravity is the best medicine

And I had made my home in the depths.

And He bent down to write in the sand – to be close.

He didn’t ask me to stand, but joined me - the dust.

And He wrote: “Be still, I will fight for you”

He then reformed skin around this raw soul.

This skin I once saw as a cage, something to break free of, He formed to protect.

The skin I clawed, He kissed.

The skin I disowned, He gave a name - Beautiful.

He didn’t lift my chin, but bent lower.

Made Himself One with the Dust.

To meet my eyes.

For eyes speak wordlessly.

Because sometimes words aren’t enough.

He had fallen to His knees to fight for a glimpse of my Eyes.

And I stayed close to the ground,

Wondering why One would fight so fearlessly for dust-filled eyes.

Why One would fight so fear-less for one who has always been so fear-full.

Eyes are a glimpse of the Soul.

And this soul was found – lifeless.

Then came the air - the breath that brings life.

“The Lord formed a man from the dust of the ground

and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life,

and the man became a living being.”

He makes Living, the Dead.

He makes Living, the Dust.

His breath filled my lungs and this Dust became Divine.

And I became His.

Fearlessly.