This Dusty Bed of Earth
that holds these tired bones

is not our only home,
and yet we love to lie
on fresh cut grass to watch
the sky stories, or run
through sprinkler rain
and later rest on wet cement.

Breathe long and deep, inhale
the warmth. Look to the blue
above and taste the beauty
of cloud weavings.
With open arms we embrace
our Creator’s painting.

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