Monday, August 29, 2016

from dust, where you played

Hooked on sky
dust rises to make music
of rainbows, bridges, and the things
water brings to the table set
before the sun.
Grace spins in spontaneous space
on the fingertip of His creation. We
don’t hear what hasn’t yet been played,
but it is written; every breath
from the mouth of God
is also a song.

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