A Faint Sound of Creation

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A Faint Sound of Creation

Beyond the apple orchard

pregnant for harvest.

Beyond the small creek

with crawdads crawling

Beyond the shack where

Miss Black once lived

and died

a nature of things

I guess.

Beyond all the bustle

where dogs shuffle

and streetcars whine

Beyond my mind

I hear a mourning dove

mourning for his Maker.

Beyond man children

with crayons and pickup sticks

I feel a faint heartbeat

of our creation.

Can you feel it too?

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