This is a favourite poem of mine, wanted to share it with you all!
Be gentle with the dust
You do not know What shape it had, Or what it may become, A million worlds dance there Within the slanting beam of sunlight, And there the story of the world Begins and ends.
Be gentle, oh, be gentle with the dust! For you are close to passion And to power You cannot tell what prayers breathed there Within those whirling grains, When senses stirred them, Or when, beset by dreams, They moulded man, or beast, Or wayside flower.
One day, the slanting sun May catch a grain of you And all your memories In a golden beam
*shivery* such a splendid word to describe language lady T. Perhaps.....as i think the poemconveys... it is yours mine and everyone elses essence...for we are all one in truth, or atleast my truth!
