Ashes to Ashes

"I can see you've had some experience doing that before?"
I had, but it wasn't a matter of practice makes perfect.
It was a matter of understanding my own basic life matter
and manipulating the licking flames around the frigid paper.

I remember thinking to myself:
Can't believe I'm made of this stuff.
It's so fragile, brittle, ephemeral.
One swipe, a dash of water, and it's disappeared completely.
The gush of tapwater renders it helpless.
It's just carbon.
That's all I am, that's all I came from.
If He chooses to give me life from this
and use me.
That's really something else.
Really something else. (: