People of the Living Soil-Weaving the World Anew

 We show up with looms

Strung in heart strings

Streching fabrics of hope

Across eyes

Peeking through dreams

of Knowing

We are weaving our world anew

Spring is here now,

Birdsong coaxing Life into bloom

Asking for soil,

Full of tiny lights

Wriggling with thanks



Threads of genetic silk

Binding us as kin

From thought to hand

To pen

To paper

To tree

To cell

To protist

To the dark loam

Of God.


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