I tried writing
an Easter verse,
but—
my pencil
burst into blooming;
the page leafed greenly;
and a bird
took to singing
from inside my coffee mug.
Resurrection
can do that to a poem,
it can.
Alleluia!
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Thoughts from a life of musing, praying, observing, and writing
Thoughts from a life of musing, praying, observing, and writing
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Thoughts from a life of musing, praying, observing, and writing
Thoughts from a life of musing, praying, observing, and writing
Thoughts from a life of musing, praying, observing, and writing
Thoughts from a life of musing, praying, observing, and writing
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Thank you! It was not the poem I anticipated writing, but so moved the Spirit. Rather like thinking you are planting a tulip and having an iris pop up instead. Both lovely gifts.Happy Easter, Joyous Spring!
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