Yesterday the beauty of early dawn
came over me, and I wondered
who my heart would reach toward.
Then this morning again
and you. Who am I?
Wind and fire and watery ground
move me mightily because they are pregnant
with God. These are the early morning
generations I praise.
1 comment:
luckily people no longer believe those old mythes about the fate of ones soul and how the debil captures it.
my boots still have laces that still keep them snuggly attached to my feet so does it really matter if their souls are gone?
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