Dust
Posted on | January 21, 2012 | No Comments
As I walked down a sandy path the other day, stepping on crushed leaves and unseen pulverized insect bodies, not to mention ashes and decomposed paper, I realized how we are constantly surrounded by dust. Indeed, the whole earth is constantly tending toward dust and emerging from it. Or so it seemed to me at that moment. So here’s the latest of my “metaphysical poems.”
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The universe
they say
is full of dust
a mother’s bin of was and will
shaken out in frustrate mischief.
We are
they say
the smoky iridescence of some sun
composed of sub-atomic
electrostatic
dancers
in the cracks between God’s toes.
Every thing is destined for the nameless clutter
in the gutters of existence.
Every thing is but
a beach of pounded sand.
Yet there is a shimmering
a dustball floats across the floor
gives body to the light
as spectral auras
fill the galaxies.
The dust delights divine design
in what was refuse of some wandering souls.
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William J. Everett
In my teaching career I authored eight books and numerous articles in social ethics and religion. After over thirty years of academic work — in Germany, India, and South Africa as well as in the United States — I wanted to turn my hand to a poetically written novel to probe the issues of ecological and human reconciliation.
When I am not writing, I create furniture for worship settings. For more about my work, go to www.WisdomsTable.net, where you will also find galleries of artwork by my wife Sylvia, whose ancestors were the original inspiration for Red Clay, Blood River. READ MORE...
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Red Clay, Blood River is a story told by Earth about two brothers from Germany and an enslaved South African woman whose lives bind together America’s “Trail of Tears” and South Africa’s simultaneous “Great Trek” of 1838.