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Straw and dirt,
The smell of creatures of the earth;
Natural things.
Simple, naked Truth
Lying in a feedbox.
Revelation in reality.
Love and purpose;
Divine exposure
Crawling,
Standing,
Walking,
Running.
Reaching so far
To take my hand
And draw me back
From the edges of destruction
Before I fall
And stepping in my place
To take the plunge
That topples without pity.
Giving and loving.
Wood, flesh and blood;
Natural things.
Simple, naked Truth
Hanging on my cross.
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