Classic Poem

Dust and a blast soon broken,
This is the song I sing,
Systems gather and sever,
Suns upon suns roar over
But crowned with disdain for ever
Dust and a blast is King.

Dust that designs and clamours
Dust that makes and that mars
Dust that is girt with graces
Builder, breaker and healer
Darer of all the spaces
Scorner of all the stars.

Filled of a frantic wisdom,
Fierce with a childish trust,
Kings and crowds in alliance,
Priests and people and princes,
Long may it dance defiance,
The glad old dance of dust.

“Dust and a breath soon broken”
A sneer is the sages ban:
But glory, O thou that criest,
More than all flowers and forests
Glory to God in the highest
For the dust of the earth made man.