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First small,

like a seed.

Then a poof -

like breath

on a dandelion

and the currents

of the air


my contained image of God

and scattered

secure definitions

of the Divine

into billions

of points of light.

Galaxies became

too small

to hold

the vastness

of the Creator.

My own

cells, insufficient

to embrace

the tender intimacy

calling to my soul.

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