Beauty in the Dust

Once, when I was small, and banished to the hall for something I had done that wasn't right, I stood awhile in shame, but then the sunlight came, and lit the dusty air with dancing light. I watched in wondering awe, as suddenly I saw, what, standing in the shadows, I'd not seen. Invisible, but there, the dust that filled the air had caught the light and turned to silver sheen. Now sometimes, when I find this life to be unkind, I view my world with sorrow and disgust. But then God's radiant love, like sunlight from above, streams in, and I see beauty in the dust.