Dust To Dust Poems - Poems about Dust To Dust

On the Beach sand or the sand of the road from dust to dust I must go...

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Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust are we merely earth, ashes and dust with awareness free will and a conscience consciousness with the ability to choose guided by our morality or is there more should there be more must there be more is it maybe our dissatisfaction with the here and now that causes us to believe in more to wish for more I am quite happy...

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From dust we come, and to dust we'll go A fleeting existence, a transient glow Our life, a mere moment in time A journey that ends, with the chime Dust to dust, the cycle of life A never-ending ebb and flow, rife A reminder that nothing lasts forever That every bond, every tie, we must sever Dust to dust, we leave no trace Only...

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Dust Life oh life look I'm failing Send past days so I can see them Round and round the world bewailing Soul divinist let you free them And I vow that I'll with thee Dust of thy world, shore of thy sea Channels all I tried by walking And I know where all they leadest On the ways were people talking Unseen wounds utmost they...

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Ashes to ashes, dust to dust All that’s manifest, is but dust Dead leaves falling, upon earth’s crust Yet in-dwells in all, God essence Enlivened by divine breath just Child of God, glows in innocence Heart bubbles forth effervescence Earth life a school, where we awake Rekindling soul’s luminescence It matters not how long we’ll take All will rise, none will...

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If your heart was a diamond, perfect and clear, glittering gleaming like a broken heart's tear, if lust was coal, dusty and black, would it make you realize you want to come back? If music was woven with golden thread soft... like the locks lay upon your head I would listen all day... and through the night I would play it once...

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Excerpt from the Book of Common Prayer, For the Burial of the Dead "Earth to Earth, ashes to ashes,...

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He doesn’t remember his great grandfather who passed away when he was five He can’t recall the wooden heart he painted in a kaleidoscope of colors that his father helped him to place carefully in the casket His developing brain at some point over the past decade determined the record of that day and of the man himself he'd hugged before...

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We live in a human body when we consider all that it is which is a remarkable specimen it's a wonder there's nothing amiss In the beginning, God made man from the dust on this old earth by speaking His word man came to be so here you have world's original birth For since God created all life the human body continues on comes from...

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In The Image Of Dust To Dust, Kipling tribute poem In the image of dust to dust rests the dark mankind fears yet in its horrors, face we must loss, decay- buckets of our tears as crestfallen as such may be in life- love may...

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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...

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These polish bones Once brightest gold Now aged worn Tarnished Bronze Morrow age crusted Spirit soul Heaven bound Intrusted Fly spirit fly Onward towards heavens skies As my truest self so rise 5/27/20 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020...

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From dust to dust our lives are thrust, while flames the candle’s brief combust. We leave the shelter of the bay, unmindful night will follow day, to launch our voyage, earn a crust. All nature seems a sage august. In paths of promises we trust, not weighing dreams along the way from dust to dust. With age comes waning wanderlust. The mortal frame’s begun to...

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“From dust to dust…”* Thus declares Scripture truth That had confounded my soul’s very core And is ceaselessly confronting my heart Nagging me with this question I must face: “Am I prepared for my coffin’s sealing?” Succumbing to mind’s reality-check I’m propelled to peek thru my burial site And behold my mortal body’s graveyard Only to be gripped with this inquiry: “How ready am...

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Past present and future Space the tutor Creations past Vision in the vast Minds to small to see Creations mystery Tiny stars we see Time and space infinity Who and what we are Written in the stars Dust to dust forever Our souls joined together...

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