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This is a place to examine plans filled with hope; plans which promise a refuge from chaos; plans which will shape our futures. Veterans with and without PTSD, Pentecostal Presbyterians, Adjudicated Youth, and Artists-Musicians-Writers: I write what I know. ~~~ Evelyn

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Petrified Sod

by Evelyn Rainey

Petrified Sod

A rock

A stone

A piece of God

Rests in my hand

As petrified sod.

It’s cold

And dirty

And very hard

Bespeckled, it sparkles,

By millennium marred.

Some gray

Some white

Some mostly gold

Tiny prisms of sand

By glaciers rolled.



Then thoroughly squashed

And from the Earth’s

Bowels t’was tossed.

So here

It sits

This piece of God

And rests in my hand

As petrified sod.

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