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The Cave

I work hard.  
   
My muscles become strings  
Once attached to thoughts    
which had caught them as they flew.    
Now wound tightly together  
   
Laces in an old shoe.    
   
For this reason  
 ... in a deep, deep well of many,  
Worship becomes fuel,    
Ignition begets:  
My heart on fire.    
A first love vertically.    
His peace that speaks as it walks,  
In a voice that does not always come  
In the strong wind  
In the fire  
In the earthquake  
But in the mouth of the cave that is still  
   
quiet secret    
   
And it shatters chaos with its hush  
and aligns my heart to His truth.  
   
   
 
Written by Bonanza1
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