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CREATED CLAY, by            
First Line: I stood today on a mound of clay
Last Line: The breath of god.
Subject(s): Death; Rest; Soul; Dead, The


I stood today on a mound of clay
Where soon my body will be laid away,
My bones near those whom I love will lie
And dissolve with the sod --
Yet, I shall not die!

My spirit will soar to find its own
As here on earth, it came unknown.
My loved ones soon to follow me,
Will be placed in this clay
That I now see.

Their souls will take their winged flight,
To find my soul, through the long dark night
Who knows -- it may not be dark 'neath the sod,
Since created clay has felt
The breath of God.





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