autumn wind in leaves
pierces the skin moves the soul
the voice of God felt
breeze from heaven stirs within
dust takes flight and life renewed
whence this dust so thick does lie?
dirt of evil, sin, and death?
grime of haste lies thick on all
covers life lived without pause
voice of God foul dust does blow
open windows, send dust hence
uncover gifts, long unseen
discover life, long unlived
take dust, restore life
blest gust from heaven blow on
autumn’s leaves now fall
Not exactly a haiku or tanka, but something in between!
Written at the end of a silent retreat.