Sunshine dust motes: a poem prayer

Breeze blows dust,
dangling decayed life –
Not quite alive but still vibrant – in
Surrounding sun streams.

May my dull, decaying life also
Regain vitality – lingering
In Your light –
Refracting life
In variegated glory. sunshine-dust-motes


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