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The Heartbeat Of God

High on a hillside,
in the middle 
of the marigolds 
and the meadowlarks,
 I sit, stilling my soul.
my fingers feel God's 
cool, green grass.

I press my fingers 
down into the soft, 
moist earth.
The palm of my hand
starts to throb.
As if I am 
touching
the heartbeat 
of God.

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