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The Annointed Breath
Blow gently upon a dandelion puff,
a hundred seedbearing spores
will parachute into the air
to consecrate the earth.
The wind does this, but the wind is blind,
blundering animals may disperse them also,
yet on a breezeless day you are the miracle,
for only you impart direction and purpose.
"Have I not said that ye are Gods?"
Copyright ©
Eric Ashford
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