**Burnt Offerings II**

pile of dust

one burned heart

blows with every breeze

falls to the same spot

never failing

covers dusty the hours and the things it falls on

make a finger track across

my face

my back

my shoulders

my limbs

then watch me blow away

on the edges of another coming

wind

one burned heart

heaped into a pile of dust

ashes

waiting for the Lord

to give shape to dusty form

 

**Resonance**

Vibrate from the source

Chords and notes they quiver

my voice

Resounding force

moves from my own

to yours

 

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