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'.. the steady sift of dust

on tabletops, in corners

better bright and sharp

fills us with sighs -- we scowl

and scour, forget

we too are dust,

burden and burdened

by each particle of history

settling hour on hour, forget to dream

our inconvenient dust

gives spirit form

and eyes lips fingers helping

any coming thing into its clarity

serve altitudes of love..'

Sr. Mary Virginia Micka - 'Dust'