• Kevin Still

From Dust To

The Lord God, our Word, pressed round wild David, Brought to bloom within the cathedral of Mary.

He is Spring reigniting—the glory of impossible YES, a sapped ointment cooling the leprosy of NO.

He is instructor and extractor of self, Plumb-line Thought and lush-dipped Feel.

Selah—my blood and marrow under chatty inked skin Draw no distinctions, as no formal presence

Contains my name on His breath—sung Beyond and before my family’s embodiment.

To live is Now and Then—Silent and Blistering, Water in mooned cycles melting mountains.

You and me—Exhaled into dust each one— So content claiming Genesis in the wind.

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