From Dust Where We Played
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1 min readMay 11, 2020
Look onto the sky
as dust rises to make music
of rainbows, and the things
water brings
before the sun.
Grace spins in spontaneous space,
the finger tip of creation. We
don’t hear what hasn’t yet been played,
but it is written; every breath
from the mouth of God
is a song.