Microprayers: First Week

What is this quintessence of dust?

William Shakespeare, Hamlet

1.
Ashen brain breathes ashen prayers.
My God –
can ashes rise?

2.
Dust clings to prayer’s mouth.
I breathe;
Prayer disperses…

3.
Dust too collects in glory’s crevices;
I long
for life, not death.

4.
Water me with the condensation of
Your Spirit.
Make me mud to mould.