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God
If there be a God he is beneath my feet.
Inside of the many blades of soft grass
there is Him, wavering, like a bloomed
candle-flame upon a thread of cotton.
If there be a God, surely he has to be
inside of the burnt umber bark
of the tree.
Encased inside of a single drop of rain.
In the cloud that moves nearly without detection.
In the soil that fuels and feeds.
In the eyes of the womb-snatched child,
crying out God's pleas.
Inside of the many blades of soft grass
there is Him, wavering, like a bloomed
candle-flame upon a thread of cotton.
If there be a God, surely he has to be
inside of the burnt umber bark
of the tree.
Encased inside of a single drop of rain.
In the cloud that moves nearly without detection.
In the soil that fuels and feeds.
In the eyes of the womb-snatched child,
crying out God's pleas.
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