Dirt

Dirt

To see the illness in man
is to see the complexity,
that derives from the soil
of the Universe.

Our world is surrounded by dirt.
Every inch, even in the depth’s
of the sea, there is dirt.

To see this sickness
is to see the derivative
of everyday living.

We are the clay
the dirt per say.
All that the creator
ordained us to be.

Being of no other likeness
of another molded being.

We are not the same.
I’m the dirt of my ancestors,
I’m the concentrated masterpiece
of my Fathers sperm.

Stationed here to be on beck and call
at any alarm,
because the worm
can’t stay in the dirt
forever.

There will be a reckoning one day,
this day will be of sizable proportions.

Of a magnitude
none of us Earthlings
have ever seen before.

For some God awesome reason
we will not sink into our dirty
tainted vessels .

No!
We will be free of this dirt.
This place will no longer be our ghetto.

There will be superfluous change;
and our lowly bodies
will be transformed
into his splendorous one.
Heaven will be shocking the world.
until its all said and done
we will be in an abode
just as the Angels have now.

That’s what we’ll see;
Only better because it will be here on this plane,
Only better because we will be one once again,
Only better because  we will see for once and all, a holy and majestic God,
Only better because we will be free of sin, and the devils reign,
Only better because we
                                 won’t
                                        have
                                             to
                                              smell
                                                    like
                                                       dirt
                                                        anymore.