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August 21st, 2009 by genelewis | No Comments | Filed in poemsOne night
the wind blew down and blurred the colors of earth,
to make them insubstantial.
I walked among strangers.
Blurred myself, they blurred beside me
so that we moved like leaves at a wind-dance,
oblivious to each other,
alone with the sky.
I raised a thought to God.
God’s voice whistled, and sighed,
but formed no words in reply.
The world is made like this:
made only for itself
but it is us
and we are it.
