Friday, October 4, 2019

Like an Oak Leaf Aging

I stood in the wood
and studied the oak leaf aging,
I observed the sweet gum 
shining in the sun
and the sycamore 
as she stood there, playing...

 there was more glory and grace
in that one dying leaf
as she fluttered
half hidden in the shade,
more mystery and power
and hope and life
than I had ever dared pray
at

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