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Here you will find the writings of the poet Theodore Waterfield

Processional

At the door
I heard the song of life
bearing its face to the sky,
leaving behind beatitudes, fate.
Destiny loved me.
From a limitless dark
I came as a child of light,
eyes wide as a gulf of rain,
a voice above the silence
of the womb.
I called out,
in the nursery of a home,
a hospital,
a tent,
with the announcement
of my beginning.

Give me my life I said.
Give me roads,
wars,
and storms.
I am here.
I have poems,
buildings,
odysseys inside me.
I am fire
with the flowers of creation inside.
Dimensions
unlike any that ever were,
given to me by God.

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