there are times
when the notes are hit



and I can fly
for the lightness
that is my gossamer soul
as it’s carried along
by the promised breeze
that is the breath of God
sweeping me dry
above the desert sands
until the rain falls
and pins me to the earth
where I might root
and grow
in the memory of it all

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