Unto dust I shall return.
But I need more than the dirt I was created from.
I need, I crave for my ashes to be infused with something more...
If I left now, what would I turn into?
The dust I leave behind will still be dust,
yet uninfused with what my soul should be.
I'm striving. I'm working. I'm learning.
I'm learning to love.
I can't leave behind black soot.
My ashes must be like those blessed palms;
fit not to be trampled over,
but humble enough to be walked upon.