29.  Dust into Light

You take broken things and move

Them into the most beautiful sights

An eye could ever see, but all

I have is the dust that comes

From age and paranoia

And a deep-seated expectation

That I’m not like the rest

In the worst way.

It’s like tiptoeing too close

To that beautiful edge, listening

To the calming sound of the water,

And as my body leans forward,

All I can feel is the backwards

Sense of You loving me,

Taking me into Your arms,

And pulling me into the depths

Of the Only Someone

Who turns dust

Into light.