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.
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Faith, Health, and Other Musings
May our minds flourish with creation, and may our hands never deny its expression.
Faith, Health, and Other Musings 