About Dave
Dust Restored
Not left forever in the morass of choices made.
Moments of clearing, memory from promised stones laid.
Original intent lost among tumbled down covenant stones.
Memorial anchors of possession echoing, toiled ancestral bones.
Sensing shame of storied past, present beckons deep remembrance.
Temple glory of cloud, fire, dense immenseness of His presence.
Light, penetrating, holiness flickers touching margins of soul’s yearning.
Regret shouting, dancing with hope, creates a soul’s burning.
Restless longing souls cry out for joy of cleansing.
Always seeking divine pivot of prophetic exile ending.
Searching hope begs lifting weight of God’s hand.
Prayer establishing a stepping over sacred line in sand.
Longing eyes, homesick soul, long journey toward home.
Vowed vision, calming restless heart no longer to roam
Eyes set, certain of unseen, rebuild, divine restoration.
Walls, gates, towers, rebuilt skills of holy congregation.
Understand, while attacks abound, sight not lost.
Creative power, malleable plan, willingly given cost.
Distant, now present promise, chosen community realized.
Trinity’s promise fulfilled, omniscient plan materialized.
Today, turning pages, searching to reclaim my divine origination.
Carelessly discovered a cupbearer’s brokenhearted innovation.
Experiencing my exile from self-constructed, now shattered walls,
Began listening, familiar echoing, distant loving calls.
Living Stone whispered promise before world’s foundation,
Draws me forward, reminding, promised temple possession.
Earthly formed identity crushed beneath Cornerstone’s touch.
Offer dust, substance of Stone Mason’s eternal loving clutch.
Artist Bio
In his 52 years as a disciple of Jesus, Dave has always appreciated authors who could convey deep connections between the reader and the Gospel. He had urgings to write poetry but lacked the courage to attempt it. Last year he took the risk and is not looking back!