Dust to Dust

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We are all but clay;
Molded and breathed into to become living beings;
Some with more prominent features than others;
But none a higher being than the other;

The realities of life hit the rich and poor alike;
One’ s skin leaves scars of its harshness;
Another’s is shielded from using various repellents;
Each one running his own race;

Inventions of this world sometimes make us forget;
What we are beneath it all;
We can use the best makeup kits ever formulated;
But we are just adding dust upon dust;

The heart beating, blood pumping;
Brain functioning, body moving;
Seems so mechanical we think we are of our own;
As if we decide when to live and when to die;

But after the last breath exits the body;
Both the rich and poor rot alike;
Regardless of skin products used and lifestyles led;
They are both confined in a box.

Six feet down is where bodies find themselves;
Back to where we were picked up;
Whether embalmed or housed;
Without breath, we are but lifeless clay.

After all we have acquired: wealth, knowledge and everything else in-between;
Our remains can only fill an urn;
Perishable our bodies are; but souls are eternal;
The question is: after all is said and done, where will your soul spend eternity?

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2 Comments Add yours

  1. Terra says:

    This is beautifully written and so thought provoking. God bless you Sis.

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    1. joseyphina says:

      Thanks, Terra. God bless you too. Have a great day. 🙂

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