i
What remains when
mortal remains
are dust?
Born of stardust,
to dust we come,
but what remains?
What glint of gold remains
in memories and dreams
of those whose paths we crossed,
who will themselves in time return
to dust of the earth?
ii
Ancestors
of blood or tribe
bolster wisdom,
foster grace.
Unfelt touches
nudge us on;
unheard whispers
give us pause;
unseen gazes
suffuse love.
Ripples spread
in streams of life.
iii
What is held
in heaven’s hand,
sustained in being,
small as a hazelnut,
bright as a star?
What remains
in God’s embrace,
when oceans rise
and empires fall,
and stars themselves
return to dust?
What treasure stored
in human flesh
is cherished, rescued,
safeguarded
in God’s eternity?
Unending love,
undying light,
immortal fire.
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