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Winds of Heaven, Stuff of Earth
Thursday, February 16, 2012
temple rested on
a chest is not
unlike a vessel
over swelling sea,
(exhale, in)
and some say
tongues steer;
truly, we who
bear sail, are
at the mercy of
wind, at the surface
of love.
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