DUST TO DUST

Not of heavenly material was I created 

But from the earth's dust

My skin evermore reflects 

The mystery of the wind 

From its secret abode came

In its clinched fist a scroll secured 

Unveiling my name 

Man! 

He shall be called 

Created to walk upright 

Filled with wisdom from the heavens 

Made to flourish in the day's light

Eternal breath energizing my soul 

From eternity life traveled 

To this house of clay

I became alive a creature of reasoning 

Faithfulness and obedience pillars of the way 

But by lustful desires 

Righteous reasoning became corrupted 

I stumbled and fell from heavens best

And in an instant my integrity was compromised 

And my glorious future became a victim of the dust

By

Wilford Barker.