There is a purity in things
that fall from the heavens
no matter what their original substance.

In the dark shadows of the past,
flesh transcended through tragic death
to dust that fell once again to the earth.

Now silence also holds true
as life and hope ascend from earth
and fall again as dust, white and pure.

For this day of magical communion,
the silence of substance is the same,
and the nature of man is complete.

Tomorrow it will be wet and gray again,
gutters will flood with filth,
and the waters will flow.