The Dust to Settle

The dust will never settle
from that great explosion
of terror and grief.
No it will never settle.
But is it too hopeful to think
that the dust will one day augment
the colors of sunsets
wherein the particle filled air is charged
with beauty captured like shining souls,
or the memory of such,
in stained glass windows
through which we see
those we loved and lost
gesturing us to move on —
feel the streams of light and dust
intermingling as if in a dance
of release and beatitude
swirling, swirling in dervish dazzle
that moves us to our knees? — Annette Marie Smith