Child of dust
Newly immortal and frail
Your frame is so weak,
But you thrive.
A foundation is being bult;
One that is unyielding
One that will not be carried away on the wind.
Your depths are brought
Into this light that you have found.
You can see yourself now
And you are dust.
Someday, when it is cleared,
You will be whole and awake.
You, my little dust-child,
You will last forever.