A little creature of dust
Wonder, power, wisdom, and beauty are inherent qualities bestowed upon a human being who possesses the ability to acknowledge.
I, a little creature of dust
Which wonderfully,
powerfully,
wisely,
beautifully,
Gratefully made.
Out of the dust, I was raised
Out of the dust, I am living.
Out of the dust, I am feeding
Out of the dust, I am standing.
I, a little creature of dust
I was called out to the world,
to praise and love,
to walk and fall.
To know more about where I belong.
I, a little creature of dust
Who does not belong where I want,
But a soul that longs for you, my God,
A soul that is dying for your love.
I, a little creature of dust
A small soul to love you who knows more,
To fall in love with you who lives forever among the people in the world.
About the Creator
Avila Osinta
"Living and learning."
Writing keeps me updated with the unknown matters of the world which stabilizes the emotion of the mind and cools down the heat of the heart.
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Comments (2)
Cute!
"A soul that is dying for your love". I loved that line a lot! Wonderful poem!