Dust Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

Where does the dust come from?
How does it begin and become?
Each particle finds a place to land.
On a mission, they strategically band.

They cover the surfaces of all objects…
Stationary and even moving projects.
They congregate and layer uniformly.
Without notice, accumulating normally.

They say when we die; we return to dust.
If this is true, our minds we can adjust…
Ultimately reappearing without detection.
Emerging significantly with resurrection.

Next time you wipe away the aggravation…
And are annoyed with reoccurring frustration.
Keep in mind that each particle could represent…
The last breath of an aristocrat or a peasant.

Past existences may unresponsively lie around.
Unable to interact with forces that surround.
Think of dust as a little messenger with intent…
Reminding you that a life should be well spent.