This morning: I saw a satellite racing overhead gleaming in the
sun that was still an hour below the horizon.
Acorns are bouncing off my roof like pebbles on steel each holding an
oak tree in waiting. I am drinking great
coffee and somewhere deep in the woods a melody bird is talking to his
lover. My bride is deep in the home and
leaves of gold are deep in my yard. I am
reading the Ancient Text about Nard and a women being with Christ. I stop to pen this and think;
This morning: He is with us both.
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