The Birth of Nature…

Behind the wind brightness expelled

Upon the land, behind the shadows

Luminous eruptions rise from the

Ground.  This thought is done, the

Dreamscape found.

The devil is dying open-eyed and alive,

Droning sounds rise from the cracked

Earth.   From the fissure comes radiance

And comfort.  To what end is Mother Earth

Done, as her creation by God was to give

Birth.

©2013.annjohnsonmurphree

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