Wholly, Wholly, Wholly

Flesh and bone
Blood, sweat and tears
Growing pains
Pimples and hairs
Calloused hands
Runny noses
Losing sleep
No bed of roses

Sunset stare
Sand between toes
Puddle pounce
Dirt on your clothes
Making friends
Facing your fears
Shooting stars
Music to ears

Wholly man
And yet divine
And intertwined
And beauty found
On the same ground

Oh my soul
This paradox
And orthodox


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