Dusty Dancers

So, Preacher, I hear what you say

Ashes to ashes, day after day,

Dust to dust, to vanity always return,

Nothing new under the sun.

But hear that yelling in my backyard?

There’s some wild ones playing hard,

Busting through the sanity of this old earth,

Something new under the sun.

For there is still joy between the ash heaps;

Childish noise between our silent sleeps,

Love-you-blooming flowers in the sand box

And dusty dancers in the grass. Just watch!

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Ecclesiastes 3; Luke 10:21-24