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The gift of brown clay
sun-baked; we share creation,
a body - a home.

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My body formed of clay from earth,
my bones from random rocks.
I yearn to feel the blush of sun,
the soaking rain, upon my face
and deep within my desert soul.
The love inscribed upon my heart
lies too within imperfect bones.
Hidden to protect weak flesh
from daggers of a mortal love.
I look to nature for eternal solace
for there I’ll find my rest,

my home.

(poem prompted by photograph taken by

and used with kind permission of

Christine Valters Paintner

@ www.abbeyofthearts.com.

Join Christine's Poetry Party every other Monday!)

ALL GOD NEEDED

It’s been a month since my visit to the desert.
Time to put my heart back in my chest
after rolling it around in the sand and clay.
Desperate to heal old wounds,
to fill cracks and holes where
dry days cause the aches some folks call life.
Sometimes it’s hard to play along
as if the world was kind and soft
and hearts were not so easily broken.
Other days my heart is shaped
by a young child’s smile
as he leans over to drink
from a fountain and gets a face
full of water.
Water, clay, and a sense of humor,
was all God needed to make life complete.