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Listen to the creaks of life around you.
Hearts cracking as upon them sin treads
Hatefully, ignoring all pleas
Without grace, while God's great hand
Pours on His healing oil.
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I began by searching in my home,
A child who wanted hope.
Faint drops tasted sweet
But lasted only seconds,
fleet
Excitement passing a thirsty heart.
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A soothing wisp of cool air
Through my hair
Softens
pulsing heat and wetted cheek.
I see the wood, the cold iron
Lifted high,
Into the hole then dropping dully.
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Falling, helpless, at the earth's
Mercy;
Bouncing
on the loam, or mud
Or Soil,
My time of standing
tall ends
Swiftly...
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Discouraged, feeling tendrils twining, pinching off, choking and
starving life and love, I
hear separation return
as requested...
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Circumstances' wave at crest hope soars above on soothing wings,
Drawing sight to possibility and freedom's crystal joy
And flight far above details mired in earth...but my flesh clings
To the valley's luring bath of sin...
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Wood given by a tree deep in the past,
Taken with
prayer,
Through love of the steward-father became
Soft arms, a cradle
To protect the Son, a soothing place of
rest.
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From a leaden sky, crisp rain,
So free to quench the
thirsty crops
Or destroy the same, coats the pane
While I watch.
