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Enjoy this reading of the poem Water from Dust Crysania's Song by Michael Williams. This poem first appeared in Leaves from the Inn of the Last Home, released in 1987.

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Water from Dust

Crysania's Song

Water from dust, and dust rising out of the waterContinents forming, abstract as color or lightTo the vanished eye, to the touch of Paladine's daughterWho knows with a touch that the robe is white,Out of that water a country is rising, impossibleWhen first imagined in prayer,And the sun and the seas and the stars invisibleAs gods in a code of air.

Dust from the water, and water arising from dust,And the robe containing all colors assumed into white,Into memory, into countries assumed in the trustOf ever returning color and light,Out of that dust arises a wellspring of tearsTo nourish the work of our handsIn forever approaching country of yearning and years,In due and imminent lands.