From Dust
In their shadows, I am PREPARED.
I stumble, but is swiftly lifted, PROTECTED.
I stand on the grounds of many, many who walked with might;
knowing their significance, I see them, standing tall, back broken,
hands bruised; pride maintained.
I stand on the grounds of many; many speaking to the earth,
knowing what it provides; knowing that the earth will never forsake them.
I stand on the grounds of many; knowing that they have their place.
I stand on the grounds of many, many who know that from dust they are;
and unto dust they will return.
Catherine Johnson Broussard
Copyright © Catherine J. Broussard | Year Posted 2022
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