Sheila's Dribs 'n Drabs

“Remember” said the prayer but he forgot. “Remember man” then he remembered her. “Remember man that thou”; she is; thou art. “Remember thou art dust” and dust has burned his memory for she spurned, betrayed his trust. “Remember man that thou art dust and unto dust” return, remembering. Remember love.

Dust in the wind carries images born on the air. Dust in the yard covers flowers making growing so hard. Dust in the house is what keeping it clean’s all about. And dust in their lives, brushed away, blessed care, makes the memories clear and the promise of memories dear.

Dust in the wind, storm-blown detritus of winter’s deceit, ashes of autumn covering the promise of spring—March wind, march, wind, over memories and me. Whirling in air, dust-clouds gather and somebody’s there but unformed still, unmade. The storm takes me away. Dust in the wind remembers, remembering His day.