Genesis
Seedlings,
Starting from nothing,
Born into something,
Creating cells out of air.
Presence,
I speak and know that they sense me,
In a sense,
The beings in this place,
Are still beings with faces,
Or at least,
The ones we're looking for.
Containment,
Life cannot be held at bay,
It flows right back,
Abundance fills the atmosphere,
And holy smells fill the air.
Copyright © Mu Di | Year Posted 2021
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