There is existence deep.
Deep, deep—deep like the earth is known as the Eden it was and you see
stone and sky and bone and know that you are and; you are. And you know that life is as precious as
preciousness can mean and it must, come even the gates of hades, be preserved
and eternally prolonged and you cry out to God, the one and only God, Maker of
all. And each tear seems to be as old as
water. And you kneel down next to a kiln
and you silently pray and then you know that once again you have been given a
reprieve and you can live again. Grace
abounds and abound mostly to me…my daughter lives and lives free.
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