
For the pace of the sun
and the gentle way
light returns to us each day.
For my eyes that see
shades of white and blue,
notice when specters become
guava tree and bamboo.
Now leaves that were black in the night
turn olive, sage, and seaweed green,
and for a moment
light tickles the cloud’s belly pink.
For the cup of silence
that holds this witness
to what never fails
but might be missed –
everyday magic.
Love the light tickling the clouds belly!
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What a tender way to honor a day of true Thanksgiving.
It helped to calm me and open my eyes.
Thank you, Mary for your beautiful poetic voice.
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Just gorgeous, like a sip of nectar! Thanks for being inspirational you!!!
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Lovely way to begin Thansgiving Day.
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