Whirling madness
Craziness, busy-ness ...
Such a rush of galloping hooves
Demanding voices, clattering, clamouring, noising, shouting
And then you speak
And the silence touches my soul
Sparks alive my covered spirit
And life emerges from the ashes of my busy life
Your finger dusts the dirt
And life is cleansed
O God - may that which rises from the ashes
Be clean, be pure, be new
May it walk brave
Let it live true
K - 02/11/1998
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