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Looking down,
my dirty hands,
dust of the stones
gathered and placed
labyrinth stones
dividing the rows
the grime of the lawn,
mown and cut
finishing the rows
seeing the idea
a place of prayer
the labyrinth coming alive


August 15, 2009
Ecclesiastes 3:5
building prayer labyrinth
in our yard

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