Day 1 - Lent poems 2019

Dust - more than a handful am I

I live for a while – then I die

A time span – and then comes decay
To this crumbling shell made of clay
A breath then the dust disappears
And ends all the trials and tears
But precious the treasure inside
Eternal – with God to abide
The form that is real takes its place
And gazes on God face to face