Oh wandering one
with restless soul syndrome
here is your pew
amongst the grand
divine cathedral of nature
its lot cast before you
this river you came to seeking
is it not as holy as the Jordan
for surely angels tread
upon its waters
to watch over you
autumn leaves fall
sounds reminiscent of rain
as they descend about
from clay you came
to sand you can go
Heaven is not above
but below you
at your feet
for all creation
arises from the
sacred soil
-Terrence Sykes
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