Though We’re Dust

Though Were Dust short poem

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I walked along a sunbeam for a moment yesterday
And things that were hurting ceased their hurting for a time
My cheeks felt the windblast of a future yet unlived
And my grey muddy puddles turned to pools of light sublime

I rose over jagged rocks and soared above the stars
And Earth’s earthbound tendrils couldn’t seem to pull me down
The pure light of freedom for a moment truly mine
Bright planets a halo and pure moonbeams for a gown

That brief sense of power, of release, of ecstasy
To mind brought a knowing, a completeness and a trust
That more lies above us, and around us and within
And we’ll walk the star-paths, dance with angels, though we’re dust

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I can't remember when I didn't write poems but as I've got older, I find they spill into my head, often at inconvenient times of the morning! I use to write them on my way to work, hence the title of my blog, but now I've given up to go trekking around in a campervan with my husband. Plenty of time to reflect on the world, though I don't claim to understand it any better....
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