The Word is the worm
that aerates the soil of my soul,
making space and rightness for seed.
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The Word is the water
that drips patiently onto the stone of my heart,
shaping unsuspected the hollow for a pool.
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The Word is the fish
I wait for with scant bait,
hoping it will seize the hook
and come home a feast.
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The Word is the wing
that lifts the featherless me
into miraculous blue.
