I am dust
by Ken Pullen
This poem composed the early morning hours of Saturday, August 3rd, 2019
Scripture appears in Italics and is from the English Standard Version
Simon says (said)
“I am a rock, I am an island”
All relative
to Adam
I am dust
now living
only
by the will
way
God the Father
breathes life into me
I exhale uncounted
counting my blessings
heartbeats
daily
I am dust
yet
from mercy
shed blood
resurrection
no more rejection
submitting
believing
only
grace
God’s grace alone
no rock
no island
yes, dust
living
animated dust nonetheless
only made more
from the Light
the Life
the Way
predestined all from mercy
merciful Father
merciful Son
merciful Spirit
Blessed be the God and Father
of our Lord Jesus Christ,
who has blessed us in Christ with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places,
even as he chose us in him
before the foundation of the world,
that we should be holy and blameless before him
In love he predestined us
for adoption to himself as sons
through Jesus Christ,
according to the purpose of his will,
to the praise of his glorious grace,
with which
he has blessed us
in the Beloved.
In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses,
according
to
the
riches
of his grace,
which
he lavished upon us, in all wisdom and insight
making known to us the mystery of his will,
according to his purpose,
which he set forth in Christ as a plan for the fullness of time,
to unite
all things
in him,
things
in heaven
and
things on earth
In him we have obtained an inheritance,
having been predestined according to the purpose of him who works all things
according to the counsel of his will,
so
that
we
who
were the first to hope in Christ might be to the praise of his glory.
In him you also,
when you heard the word of truth,
the gospel of your salvation,
and believed in him,
were sealed with the promised Holy Spirit,
who is the guarantee of our inheritance
until
we
acquire
possession of it,
to
the
praise
of his glory
a winter’s night
in a deep and dark December
I was alone
in my room
gazing into my life
as it had been
was
no streets below
yet
yes
there was something fallen during the silent shroud of snow
no rock
no island
just dust
about to turn to rust
corroded inside
without
the knowledge
the way
taken all the wrong paths
along
writing
singing
the same old song
like some broken soul
pushing quarters into play A19
again
again
again
again
until everyone becomes numb to the sound
all lost
not desiring to be found
you get the picture
askew
in need of a good cleaning
some holes in the canvas
stains covering the garment
from the Evil One’s tit
I was in need of weaning
all men not in the Light
are rocks inside
or wherever they go to hide
yet among so many vast swirling seas
there are no islands
everything touched
knitted together
threads weaving
woven
spinning
looming of this world
every one
every
one
no islands to be found
only dust
only dust
only seas of walking
talking
scurrying
hurrying
masses of moving dust
oh, have I said
I am
dust
I am but
dust
all relative to Adam
fallen
only to rise
one winter’s night deep and dark
it wasn’t really December
as I remember
see
sin
still
always present
until perfect perfection coming
nay December
I ought not lie
it was February
but let us not tarry
like so many Tom’s, Dick’s and Harry’s appear to do
I am dust
ventured down the stairs
into the darkened room
dust atop the thick leather-bound book pulled from the shelf
thickness of dust upon the pages
this book neglected
reason why this soul so infected
pierced
sin known
detected
taking a respective
perspective
detection
of this lifelong infection
killing me for eternity
one winter’s night
now we know it wasn’t December
remember
the foundations of your youth
built upon His Word
took the book in silence
sleeping in the house so late into this winter’s night
silent falling snow
could not compare to the sight
of
the
shroud upon my heart and spirit
predestined
from His mercy
I am dust
all is dust
lost
until claimed and found
of sound
renewed
transformed
reborn
have you ever crept silently in your house during a long winter’s night
having not held, opened The Book for years
the tears
like moisture trying to enter Dry Valleys
Antarctica
where the high mountains block
any sight of moisture
driest place on earth
let alone tears to fall
weeping is in order for soul and spirit keeping
cleansed
aware
among so much dry
dead
lifeless
air
I give thanks every breath
knitted dust
that I am
sat quietly desiring
after creeping
praying
first time in more than decades
asking
believing
then the Lord showing
dry eyes led
Luke 15:11
more here happening than reading
finally knowing
life changing
never to be the same
finally
weeping
no more creeping
thankfulness
oh joyous knitted clump of dust I am!
…it is not
as though
the word of God has failed
For not all who are descended from Israel belong to Israel,
and not all are children of Abraham
because they are his offspring,
but
“Through Isaac shall your offspring be named.”
This means that it is not the children of the flesh who are the children of God,
but the children of the promise are counted as offspring
For
this
is
what
the
promise
said:
“About this time next year I will return, and Sarah shall have a son.” And not only so,
but also
when Rebekah had conceived children by one man, our forefather Isaac, though
they were not yet born
and had done nothing either good or bad—
in order that God’s purpose of election might continue,
not because of works
but because of him who calls— she was told, “The older will serve the younger.”
As it is written, “Jacob I loved, but Esau I hated.”
What shall we say then?
Is there injustice on God’s part?
By no means!
For he says to Moses, “I will have mercy on whom I have mercy,
and
I will have compassion on whom I have compassion.”
So
then
it depends not on human will or exertion,
but on God,
who has mercy
For the Scripture says to Pharaoh,
“For this very purpose I have raised you up, that I might show my power in you, and that my name might be proclaimed in all the earth.”
So then he has mercy on whomever he wills,
and
he hardens whomever he wills
You will say to me then,
“Why does he still find fault? For who can resist his will?”
But who are you, O man, to answer back to God?
Will what is molded say to its molder, “Why have you made me like this?”
Has the potter no right over the clay,
to
make
out
of
the
same
lump
one vessel for honorable use and another for dishonorable use?
What if God,
desiring to show his wrath and to make known his power,
has endured with much patience vessels of wrath prepared for destruction,
in order
to make known
the riches of his glory
for vessels of mercy,
which he has prepared beforehand for glory—
even us
whom he has called,
not from the Jews only
but also from the Gentiles?
Merciful God
chosen of Him
to receive His free gift of grace
God’s gift freely given
certainly nothing ever worthy to be earned
let this living dust see, listen, discern, learn
God chose me, His will be done
as I turned, looked, took into me His Son, Jesus the Lord
His will be done
not of my own doing, surely
for if left on my own I would not come
only grace
only grace
only grace
faith
dropping the nets
leaving the boat
to follow
faithfully
at the feet of the Rabbi, Master, Lord, Saviour Jesus
learn now to be a disciple
in my lasting, deepening, growing joyous faith
oh, do not imagine nothing but bliss in this
for now the real begins upon acknowledging one’s sin
knowing
confessing
repenting
the quiver filled endlessly
fiery darts come desending
unending
’till the end of this
the opening to come
entering
where no fiery darts
no dust accumulates
no more senseless
endless
misdirected
paganism undetected
yet
their
words about
fate
this, that, every other thing
empty words
filled with lies
filling the ears and minds like packing every cotton ball and Styrofoam peanut on earth
into every head
so misled
the walking dead
I am dust
selected
known to the Father
now on His pathway
His Word
His Son
a lamp unto my feet
one step
one breath
one heartbeat
closer to heaven
rejoicing
praising
thankful
dust
am I
cold rock heart no more
an island broken
rebuilt by the hands of God
the Potter, the Shepherd
to shape me by His word
I freely obey and serve
submit
yeh, dust I be
yet I will live daily
thinking on my breaths
my one step upon another on this illuminated path by Thy living Word
of Thee!
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Scripture used:
Ephesians 1:3-14 — English Standard Version
Romans 9:6-24 — English Standard Version
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