Poetry list
dancing dust
how many pieces are
there in the puzzle
of your life or mine
every day and year
we are aware of the
missing ones in the
picture we aspire to
and image the
meaning is never
clear or simple hence
the cry from the
cross building from
dust and living it
has no permanence
or peace in ourselves
the revealing comes
in fragments shot
through with a
sunlight which shows
the dust dancing to a
music in the heart
and taking us into a
union where all is
lost – and found –
we’re never here
but always in motion
each piece of the
puzzle reformed by
the peace of the
provisional the power
of the perpetual
picture imago dei
© Neil Thompson 2025