We are of the dust,
grounded in dark soil
and the quaking of a new world,
sighed into being by a greater wonder.

We are of the dust,
cloudy and awkward
and entirely, astonishingly sacred,
sanctified by a love beyond our wildest dreams.

We are of the dust
yet filled with shimmering glory –
intoxicating holiness not just pouring from heaven,
but rising up through our dirt-covered roots.


– Gideon Heugh