Microprayers for Lent: Week Three

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

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

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

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

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

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

Published by Matthew Pullar

Teacher, writer, blogger, husband, father, Christian. Living in Wyndham in Melbourne's west, on the land of the Kulin Nation. Searching for words to console and feed hearts and souls.

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