Ezekiel 37:1-14 It’s like trying to stay upright, scorched and breathless, in the blast of some sneezing rot-toothed dragon. This guided tour, God, is tough
North: We give thanks to the Creator Who fashioned this haven Now so busy yet so hospitable amid our second-order creations of steel, glass and
Stone says to seed: Above I bask in sun or mock the cold, below it’s blindman’s buff with brother stones, light and dark, dark
Wisdom led the new stars burningin the first steps of their dance,and she smiled to see earth blushingat the sun’s warm primal glance.Joyous firstling of
Deep life all aboundingwhose voice goes on soundingthe word of creation through space;your love still is schoolingprime stars in their moving,and new worlds unfurl in
God’s love bursts into bloomdeep in the dark’s lament,and fills a startled tombwith lively, gracious scent;the stone gives way, death’s head is bruisedand dawn reveals
A Song that wraps up memories in rare expensive silkthat charms hurt hearts to bloom deep red again with trustsing me such a song such a song that
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