Day 536: That Love

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it was in the water
that rose from formless sea,

 

it was in the bark
that covered
and peeled
from tender, green limbs.

 

it was in the beast
that ripped at flesh’s
tender seal,

and in the prey
who prayed
as it passed.

 

it was in the babe
who howled with new breath
and in the quiet breast
that nursed him.

 

it was in the dirt
that broke with spring
in smell and thanksgiving.

 

it was in the heart
upon which i laid my palm
and felt
beating.

beating.

 

that

Love

finds a home
in it all.

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