Microprayers for Lent: Week Three

11.
Only You with the gentle wind of Your fingers
can sweep
these layers without losing me.

12.
Your wind it was that first animated dust –
so now
catch me up in the willy-willy of You.

13.
Scoop me, spiral me in the eye of Your storm;
swirl me
up in Your whirlwind. Enspirit me.

14.
For only in the dance and condensation of
Your breath
can dust be bodied and live.

15.
I live. But in my daily living I forget
Your life.
Remind me I am dust; that You are Life.

16.
And when this dustflesh struts its prideful stuff –
remind me,
Potter, I am clay.