Ashes to ashes
dust to dust
take on new meaning
when the phone rings
and a cheerful voice on the other end
informs me that my wife’s ashes are ready
ready to be picked up
ready to be brought home
ready to remind me of all I have lost
ready to humble me before my own mortality
ready to make me weep at the sight of them
ready to strip me down to my core
ready to reveal the naked truth
our bodies return to earth’s body
our finished flesh is accepted back into earth’s sacred folds
we are never merely our own
we are made of star dust and earth dust
we live in eternity’s flow
ashes to ashes
dust to dust
~ Mark Lloyd Richardson
It’s a beautiful poem, Mark, and has special relevance for anyone who’s ever picked up a box of ashes. I honor you for being able to take your grief and make it into art speaking to shared human experience.