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Dirt
 
I'm the soil that grew you, the Dust to Dust,
and you the only redemption of my dirt.
Watered and shaped by God,
you've unfurled, a tiny green seed,
a bending stalk.

Rooted in my soul,
a great tree that casts the shadow of its branches on me,
tries my strength with the burden of its weight
and my heart with the beauty of it.

By heyachristina

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