MIRACLE
Enormous are the hearts and minds,
and these are places we inhabit gently: the
old barn door on the abandoned farm where
the owl still hoots for the darkness. It takes
a hundred years for germination, but every
Spirit resides within - living multiple lives.
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The farmer, long dead, shines light on the
land he used to love and cherish - casting
seed as much as illumination. We can still
see him in our more modern day. Little
comes to be, but little falls away. For
every thing that dies, another
thing is born.
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