A MEDITATION ON DUST
WHAT IS MAN? ~ “My soul clings to the dust.” ~Psalm 119:25

Sad and crumbling
and sick
The landscape utterly dry
wasting
The clods of clay baking, breaking in the heat
Shattered pieces
sucked dry
utter drought and dearth
Brittle in the hand
and crumbling into even finer dust…
Dust a breath of wind could take away.
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“Bless the LORD, O my soul;
And all that is within me, bless His holy name!
As a father pities his children,
So the LORD pities those who fear Him.
For He knows our frame;
He remembers that we are dust.”
Psalm 103:1, 13-14


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Dust, dry bones, dead people
Can they be brought to life?
The things that are impossible with human resource and ingenuity,
are possible with God.

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“O God, I yield to You my little pile of dust
that You have so tenderly cared for.
I am blessed.”
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“As for man, his days are like grass…the wind passes over it, and it is gone, and its place remembers it no more.”
Psalm 103:15-16

“O LORD,…what is man that You are mindful of him?”
Psalm 8:1, 4