When It Isn't On Your Tables Poem by Mark Heathcote

How do you find uranium?
In such low-grade work
when it isn't on your tables
to find gems in the dirt.

You may pan the basins of the soul
and find doing so enrichment
but it doesn't make-any-difference
to Him - beholds you fervent?


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How do you find uranium?
In such low-grade work
when it isn't on your tables
to find gems in the dirt.

You may pan the basins of the soul
and find doing so enrichment
but it doesn't make-any-difference
to Him - beholds you fervent?

Him who beholds creation
in the structures of the soils
and isn't at liberty to explain
How-from the tiniest-of things, it all uncoils.