Category: Poetic Rambling
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A River of Gratitude
I saw a woman outside my hospital window, her head bent and her hands held in prayer. She was crying. My heart filled with compassion for her. I raised my hand toward her and prayed with her, hoping that whatever…
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Almond Blossoms
Spring awakens,Perfumed almond air,Green arms stretching.Crocuses and daffodils make their debut: “We are here!”The sun beams through cloudy skies.
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The Poem of an Antique Bowl on a Linen Cloth
Morning light spills across the table,a patch of warmth on woven cloth. A bowl rests there, simple, white,and breathes. Like a prayer that forgot the wordsand chose movement instead. Hands wrapped around warmth,the hum of a house not yet awake,dust…