Child of Grace

 
 
 
 
 
A child of my time
and the universe
Fiercely at play in the ruins
stomping antiquities
into sharp shards
to sculpt my mosaic
in shifting sands
I call to You,
Gods of the Heavens,
hidden behind my eyes,
Come see, and applaud
my holiness
I tell Your secrets
in riddles, rhythms
If those fools would but
smile and dance
the sands would fly into music
Play on
.
.
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