Dust clogs the corridors of heart’s chambers.
teach love to this dust.
Clean airways. Clean neural pathways. Clean roads
Breathe clean air in me.
Wipe clean eyes overclouded with dust.
to know my earthen flesh in others.
(And what of the dust on the countertop
the haze in my line of sight to You?)
Microscopic mites tickle the gunk in me.
to find the same dust in you as me.
Joy lies hidden too beneath archeological
under furniture, forgotten in attics.
Microprayers for Lent: Week 2