Stardust

If it’s true that we are dust

and that from the moment of birth

we are heading towards death,

then are not all our words

like a dying breath—

an exhalation of hope

that our voices will be heard

after we’re gone?

Like the light of stars

shining for years,

sending light across the universe

long after the star has burnt out.

Are we perhaps,

though weak and frail,

yet destined for eternity,

little flurries of stardust?

4 thoughts on “Stardust”

Nicodemas

Very beautiful indeed.

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February 11, 2016 at 3:45 am Reply
1. Anna Eastland
  
  Thanks, Nico! ✨
  
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  February 11, 2016 at 7:04 am Reply
Elizabeth Tichvon

Love your words! God bless your Lenten journey!

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February 11, 2016 at 9:33 am Reply
1. Anna Eastland
  
  Thank you, Elizabeth! May you also have a fruitful Lent and many blessings as you grow closer to our Lord!
  
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  February 11, 2016 at 11:22 am Reply

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