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I happen to stumble on God
this morn

as the three year old
on the road
tried coloring the patterns
on the dead skin of a sleeping leper

the fair smiling bundle
on a dead decaying cradle

energy pure and flowing
playing with a body in ruin

fresh breeze on dead coals
trying to kindle a glow

but

niether were aware
nor would they have cared
that the God was born
in such simple moments