My spirit faints within me;
my heart within me is desolate.
Psalm 143:4
the dust of the earth became
The dust of which I am made
seeks you
thirsts for the living water of your touch
yearns to be washed clean and formed anew
In your hands
the caverns of the earth
the heights of the hills
the dust of the world and of my heart
In your hands
my best and my worst self
In your hands of love
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