Transcendent Yield…

November 21, 2011

All the words -or lack, there- of
the dirt below the clouds

Above
This

The scale -perspective, shrouds
-The way we perceive sight
God made dirt, sometimes to hurt,
Dark clouds to hide the light.

God made dirt, sometimes to sow,
And clouds to sometimes rain.
God made grief, for hope to grow,
And for love, this thing called pain.

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