Deep in my core
beats my living heart.
Fighting through years
of planetary rotation,
gravity’s transparent hand
remanding quick blood
to constricted veins,
how long can it so remain?
When will it
grow still
and let go my
straining
soul?
On that glorious day
put me deep
in the living earth,
and there at last
will I feel
the beating heart
of God!
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