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my little ranch
of the waterfall
green here,
green there,
great sheets of water
a descending radiance
we were living
down there
and the water ran close to us
vital as blood
it ran so full
in a heavy rain
fed by the canal
we would hear it coming
rushing and hissing
culminating in a wild ta-da-run
ta-da-run
ta-da-run
ta-da-run
God drumming over the rocks
in a strong and steady cadence
sometimes I hear an echo in my own body
blood rushing through the ears
more than just a memory, an imprint
I wish you could hear the echo yourself
of God drumming away in you and me
but here it is faint
water is life
we experienced the water
through mud and bowls of grass
fashioning shoes from green leaves
tying them with the soft parts of plants
all of this the gift of Him who drummed with the water
we did not have all we needed
all we had we took directly from His hand
And the bad things that happened are sifted out and left behind
drummed out over the rocks
to plague us no more.