Spirit and dust
and the ocean’s rust
Divinity meets earth
in its laboring for birth
When the chasm opens wide
A creature crawls and cries
Painted by the bow in the sky
The cooing wind names it Pride.
Faith, Health, and Other Musings
May our minds flourish with creation, and may our hands never deny its expression.
Spirit and dust
and the ocean’s rust
Divinity meets earth
in its laboring for birth
When the chasm opens wide
A creature crawls and cries
Painted by the bow in the sky
The cooing wind names it Pride.