Words to the clergyman

Dust to Dust

From dust i came, to dust I shall return,
Your scriptures, capes, holy water,
You accent, memory verses and cross,
Purifies not my mobile soul,
Separates not my body from destruction.

From dust I came, my heart was formed,
A heart that couldn’t hold all your sermons,
Sermons that couldn’t breach strongholds,
Strongholds that strangled me till air ran out,
A race revealing ageless paths.

From dust I came, framed from Adams two ribs,
Lived in faith, works and servitude,
Sought for the blessings in your ordainment,
Yet my tithe bought me no mansion
To house my soul from the fangs of judgement.

From dust I came, to light I go,
To dine with angels and sing sacred songs,
And get a clearer view of God,
Dear clergy, dust sprinkles don’t quench
The light that awaits at the ends of earth.

LARDO