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Rising Sparks (Poem)
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Rising Sparks
The words of creation
Are spoken once forever,
Like a star sends its fire
Over distance and time
They are falling in order
They are burning a border
Their letters
Scorching senselessness
To sign
In our trying,
Our crying,
Sparks fall down:
Sounding from sky,
Sounding out ground
In our crying,
Our dying,
We raise them again:
Lifting light to
The lightless hearts of men
The words of creation
Are spoken new each morning
As the sun sends its light
When the world turns to see
They are falling like torches
Turning prison cells to porches
Syllables
That set the captives
Free
In our trying,
Our crying,
Sparks fall down:
Sounding from sky,
Sounding out ground
In our crying,
Our dying,
We raise them again:
Lifting light to
The lightless hearts of men
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