We Are Not Dust

Dust we are not There is a destiny, a future untold that I am not able to see, my future self is a mystery to me, I can’t imagine who I am intended to be, my future stranger scares me  We are not from dust, never born to be, so the thought we return to what we are not is absurd to me A simpler explanation there has to be, a journey waits for the chosen to see, but first is this life to live before we are set free No one alive ever asked to be born, a miracle of creation from sanctuary torn the promise of prosperity never sworn, the measure of a lifetime to praise or mourn Reflect on who you are and the clothing worn, the reward for your accomplishments is the chance to be reborn Embrace the beauty of the rose and respect the thorn, they are there as a reminder to respect and so thus are adorn Faith is out trust and through fear, we must believe there is more than is presented before us we move on to enlighten greatest but we were never dust