horizon divides heaven from the ground
with a Moses glow, wrapped around the globe
30,000 feet can help you see that you are not alone
when the passing hour is slow
and somewhere there is warmth
still waters in the storm
where there is deep peace
deep, deep peace
till the ground, dear friends of mine
for if we do not till together, the season leaves behind
our hearts, a harvest ripe
for lo, we cannot still the weather, the window fades with time
till the ground, lay seeds of hope
tomorrow grows the present planting, by now this truth we know
our fates: our work bestowed
sharing in the soil’s bearing, the fruit of faith is so
till the ground, of canvas thine
creation pines for cultivation, our part in grand design
our voice, a sacred rite
reflected in our Maker’s image, we sow with hands, with minds
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away, we go.
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