Two for today

**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


one burned heart

heaped into a pile of dust


waiting for the Lord

to give shape to dusty form



Vibrate from the source

Chords and notes they quiver

my voice

Resounding force

moves from my own

to yours



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