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Dirt Can Make a Farmer Cry

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Feel the bark of the tree, See the black of the night Breathe the air that Tastes of beauty Holy and bequeathed To give us sight. We have but one response To God, He makes us cry. As we stand Within His presence Unfulfilled Seeking the best Of ourselves Before we die. Potentially splitting hair Between what is and isn’t there Standing on the threshold Of ourselves Waiting to catch A glimpse of eternity.

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Date: 6/26/2021 5:09:00 PM
Lovely stanzas, Vernon. It's where we all stand..."on the threshold of ourselves."
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Book: Shattered Sighs