beautiful bones

Bones! I have read that from dust I came and to dust I shall return, but I know the pharaohs of Egypt did not believe that. They had every intention of taking their beautiful bones with them into the afterlife. In life, multiple wives caressed them, religious leaders blessed them and enemies stressed them. In death embalmers dressed them and I... viewed them in a museum, 3000 plus year after the fact. The bones of the pharaohs still held the muscle and sinew and hair together, still held their shape beneath linen wrappings and masks made of solid gold. Lovely
bones.

Bones! What framework that holds my muscle, hair, flesh and...fat together! They hold my shape beneath cotton t-shirt and shorts and leather sandals. I am fearfully and wonderfully made.

When I die my bones will not be dressed in linen wrappings, my head and shoulders not covered in a mask of solid gold. Most likely they will be burned and become like the dust Adam was formed from, but my soul...the part of me that will return to the one who owns it will shine brighter than gold.

Until then I will delight in these lovely bones.