What God is not

What God is not                                                                                       

We’re to become dust, says my Lord.

The value of dust?  Next to nothing.

Lowly and compliant as a sandal print.  

Tramped on, kicked around, beaten down.

Jesus became dust – stripped and spat upon,

mocked and rejected, a carcass hanging from a nail,

far from God’s glory as a man could get.

To unite with God, apparently,

we must choose to become exactly

what God is not – a mote of dust,

(the perfect counterweight);

dust because God is immaculate;

because He is majestic, singular;

because God is dynamic, creative, alive!

To unite, o seeker, with the living

God Eternal, we must choose to die

beyond any hope

of resurrection or salvation.

O child of God, from your dust-clotted throat

sing now, sing – we are not we but one.