dust

When God gets angry,
Does she yell and scream,
Or walk away silently and weep?

And when it rains,
are the drops the holy tears of the Divine,
Or just 
dust particles?

From dust, you were created.
All of you.
Even you.
But to where will you return 
if the ground beneath you 
shakes under the weight of their hate? 

They yell and scream
While you weep.
And walk away.

I think God walks with you.
And rains
New 
Life after the storm.

It’s a rainbow.

And you’re beautiful.