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weathered

or  mangled?

wisdom paints your mahogany stretches

your limbs once branched out

a tender sort of hesitance

embracing the world ahead

yet there is evidence

your arms retracted

shocked by a world too harsh

horrors and whirlpools too vivid to recount

even if this bark could be reconfigured to paper. 

those once cleansing waters, unforgiving.

however,

it is through this journey

that one has come to call you art

while others tirelessly question,

is this art?

would it be too bold

to assume

that the ideas and concepts 

this has all given birth to

is 

the art. 

                      - driftwood in christianity and the arts 


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