Dust To Dust

Who tends a vase while flowers wilt and rot within? Who turns to polish glass or pot when contents should remove to bin? When stench ascends, and nostrils turn aside and clench because of staining sin, it tarnishes the gold within meant only for His glory. Why obsess this cracked and fragile pot, the look, the pout, the in the out. Why preen the outer fashion seen and not the inner beauty of a spirit washed and clean. The beauty of the body, made to display the soul, becomes an idol temple when treated with this goal. To worship God's creation mistakes creation's role. This body goes from dust to dust and without it we will stand to give our final soul's account without its helping hand.