Dust Is Not Enough (Poetry)

There’s little time or love — or anything of worth
to see us through life’s trials — the slog that starts at birth
and piles up obstacles until we’re near-insane —
frustration swamping every thought inside the brain.

The essence of existence isn’t of itself
sufficient reason why or reality of wealth —
fame’s glitzy fortune molders down with flesh and bones
and Death cares nothing for what anybody owns.

We’re born in pain and fear that we will die too soon —
before we’ve found a pathway leading through the gloom
and know the earth’s deep spirit — understand and trust
there’s more to God — and man is so much more than dust.