From Dust I rise
And out of Nothing now awake;
These brighter regions which salute mine Eys
A Gift from God I take:
The Earth, the Seas, The Light, the lofty Skies,
The Sun and Stars are mine; if these I prize.
A stranger here,
Strange things doth meet, strange Glory see,
Strange Treasures lodg’d in this fair World appear
Strange all and New to me:
But that they mine should be who Nothing was,
That Strangest is of all: yet brought to pass.
Ramu Das 
“From dust I rise..” recalls ash Wednesday and the somber Lenten season, but this poem isn’t somber; it is about the amazing wonder of it all, and also gratitude, I think…
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Ramu Das..
Really beautiful. I particularly liked the poetic images and metaphors of the second stanza; and being more specific, these verses.
“Strange all and New to me:
But that they mine should be who Nothing was,
That Strangest is of all: yet brought to pass”
Deep, provoking and captivating!!!…
Best regards to you, Aquileana 😛
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Hi Aquileana!
Yes, indeed, it is a wonderful poem. I think the first line of the first stanza is something that can give confidence to anyone who reads it: “From Dust I rise.” Also the verses you mentioned are excellent, and something I can relate to. 🙂
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