This Way

waiting for calls

to go out in the wild

grasslands as the frontier

 a place where someone can

dance in rain split by sunrays

tramp through mud molded as clay

feel the elements wash across

a servant’s soul in answer

peering across the field

no longer in isolation

waiting for calls

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