Beautiful Dust

Remember, O Man, that you are dust
Windblown and dirty
Dark and downtrodden.
You’ve forgotten
And will continue to forget,
That of the dust you are,
And to it you shall return.

So remember your death,
And watch through your mourning
For the redemption of your despair.
Look ahead to resurrection;
Await and expect the renewal
Hiding in the ashes
Now smudged upon your head.