A Lenten Consideration

From dust you came.
To dust you shall return.
Dust.
Ash.
The ruach lifts the dust
For an allotted time, in an allotted place,
And it seems to have a life of its own.
It believes its entitled to a life of its own.
Silly mist.
Vapor.
Dust.
Ash.
The ruach-filled dust lives "its" claimed life
In laughter and games,
In sorrow and pain
In wasting minuets - days,
In sin,
Truly believing it is "its" life to spend.
A fool-hardy ownership.
A condemned self-lordship.
But remember, O my soul,
Remember.
Dust.
Ash.
Vapor and mist.
Remember.
Repent,
And believe in the Lord Jesus Christ.