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it falls new

as if for the first time
glinting off blades of grass
off pebble
and palm 


It edges hedges me
runs up shoulder
lifts, sifts, softens 
rests in my ear, 


I nest in Its
Gold new gold 
How can something so old 
(as Light) be New


How is a Question an
Answer; why is my heart
arrested, on wings 
like an Eagle,


how are humans eagles
but more, we are more
in This Light, I know
that I know:


in the Power that raised Jesus
in the power that raised Jesu
from the dead, we are 
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