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Elizabeth Browning



Thursday, September 4, 2014

Re-Creation

“Astonishing material and revelation appear in our lives all the time. Let it be. Unto us, so much is given. We just have to be open for business.”
― Anne Lamott, Help Thanks Wow: Three Essential Prayers

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sitting on a rock
amidst the sage I stare out over
gray-green, brown emptiness

the wind blows gently through the juniper
carrying with it
the smell of the high desert

dust devils swirl
and dance across alkali flats

a string of antelope scampers
through the jagged landscape
nimble and fleet
disappearing in the dust

the grand desolation
seems endless

and in the hallowed silence,
in the timeless dust
in the stark complexity of this place

the Sacred stirs
and hovers over the surface of the deep
over what was formless and void 
over my unquiet mind

re-creation

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