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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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- innerdialects.
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