Ecclesiastical Musings at Sunset

All are from the dust,
Something so easy to forget
As you grow, as you learn

The sparks of life
Circuits of electrical charges
Veins of iron, water, air

Information entangled
With hormonal emotions
Intricate complications

The drive to keep going
To create and improve
To fall and get up again

Ever forward, ever onward
Through time and space
Experiencing all around you

And when the path grows short
And the oasis ripples into view
Denouement will make its stand

If only just to remind us
That our long desert journey
With its ever shifting sands

Should serve as an example
That we all have had a chance
But to dust, shall we all return.