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floating in space
I look back at the blue orb of earth
hanging in space like a marble
out of body
in a space suit of my imagination
soaring in the still blue moment
the earth but a mustard seed
practically unnoticed
a speck on the glasses of God
an inner voice
hums an ancient verse
I learned as a child
in bare feet
and naked innocence
it is a word
that creates worlds
births love
I hear
for God so loved the world…
tiny speck that it is
