Morning Poem, April 21, 2016

In April, God paints the trees
And carries the songbirds from the south
And drops them here
He holds the sun longer in its place
And shakes rain from the clouds
And all thus moves, Spirit and water
On the Earth, in the Earth and above it
Reaching, growing, being

Here is evidence of order and sanity
Here is beauty born anew
Here are those things He called “good”

Copyright 2016

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