Seeing through blessings
Seeing through sufferings
Freedom to fly away
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Seeing through blessings
Seeing through sufferings
Freedom to fly away
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Today’s clouds sit in the sky, scoops of ice cream
on glass tables. On a tiny mountain top
we let our feast rest warm in our bellies, watch
our kids run wild
through the prairie grass. The trees’ journey toward
winter deepens, leaves like flames flare along the
horizon, flash out of the dense green skyline.
Our season, shifting
within this sphere of space and time, we measure
love in actions; we count our growth rings on the
circumferences of memories. We are
stories, closed curves combined.
My girls bring flowers
they pick from around our brick house,
sprigs of lavender, blooms of crysanthemum,
leaves of weigela. I fill the clear glass jar
with indigo, orange, and burgundy.
Like God on my sill it sits,
gifts from gifts.