The Harvest

My world begins in your hands
It's flame is fanned by your breath
Build it carefully
Breath life into me
Inhabit this new world
Fill it's mountains and plains
With riches and fruits
Reap the harvest

Baffle

Baffle

Listen carefully on a quiet day

Turn toward the sound

You can hear the refrain

As angels echo the joyous song

But all we hear

Is the silence of forests

The singing of birds

Immeasurable bliss has been hushed

As we create

Our own cacophony

Covering creation

With our meaningless noise

Attempting to transcend

The apogee of the universe

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