Dust of Ages
David S Nicholson
The wind blows and howls like a hound from hell.
It drives the dust through the cracks and covers everything.
The eroding winds and dust of ages past remind me that we will be dust one day.
This demon taunts me to abandon all to the darkness and be the dust.
But I know my Lord and He has taken my hand.
I will be in his arms in the end.
The dust will be lost in time, but I will live forever.