Dust To Heaven

                          Praise the Lord from heavens,
                          Praise him in the heights;
                          Praise him, all you his angels,
                          Praise him, all you his hosts.
                          Praise him, sun and moon;
                          Praise him, all you shining stars.
                          Praise him, you highest heavens,
                          And you waters above the heavens.              Psalms 148:1-4


 
To praise brings the voices
out of rocks
we crush on our way
tending to dust.

Our Lord through the doorway
reaching into the catacombs
of our dwelling;
raising us into
miracles
singing.

The song of starlings through the air
is no less the voice of you
turning into
dark alleluias
ruffling the gray outstretching;

speaking the speech of heaven.