i look out into the prairie sea
wondering
when do we become we?
do we small bits of clay-bound sod
gain being within the mind of God?
either we are valued forever
or we are valued for-never
there is no random place to start
this soul-animated work of art

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Postscript: I am not fond of rhyming couplets. I feel like a poor version of Dr. Seuss when I write them but I will let this one stand because it expresses thoughts that needed escape and my miserable muse was out somewhere else (the lazy, unreliable so-and-so) and this is the best I could scratch out without her.