somewhere between here and everywhere
and expanded by prayer
a day dissolves, alive with things we need
to rescue us again and again
like: the overlapping wisp of a forgotten song;
seas hinged by storms;
butterflies who crawl shyly before their flight;
it's never for nothing
Pic: On the Red Cedar, I found this strange fellow--a bearded blue heron, right?
2 comments:
I like the last line. It resonates.
Is the bird big?
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