Stuffed into the corner

I began to wonder

nose rubbing grindstone

reduced to flesh, to bone

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Is separation required?

leave to be inspired

get away to see

spend time by the sea

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Proximity required

sand injected

life inspired protected

what caused this blindness

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is it just attitude—

polluted misconstrued

or was creativity unused

A mere existence pursued

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It is truly a mystery

how God uses what we need—

the sand, the shore, the sea

to change this old heart within me.

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