DIALOGUES IN DUST

Old book of poems:
As I embrace you I wonder
Who has fondled you
Through these many years?
Wrinkled cover, Bent spine,
Loose now in the binding,
Dusty pages and hands;
We are alike.
As we touch,
Your dynamic words;
Though statically dead
These many years,
Resurrect within me.
Giving echoing evidence of
The living spirit
Of your dead creator.
You represent for me,
Materialization of spirit!
Spiritualization of matter!
Even more
You become for me a symbol,
Pointing to The Eternal One
Who Created we three in silence,
As His very eloquent act;
Showing wisdom and power,
Raising dust to life ,
Once more.
-- Michael Hickey
a writer from Pelican Bay and Swampscott.