sunshine rocks the earth
acceptance pools in furrows
deeply carving room
for rain to fill--for
dirt to moisten- for daisies
to be conceived in grace
do we praise this place,
or blame the stones, wind, chaos;
someone please take a stand
procure burnt sherbert,
roasted mountain black berries
racing to merge with all
what is the sound of
surrendering-- to a higher cause
the ringing of a bell
Kate Lamberg
9/9/12
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