Softly amongst
green of grass
as hands reach
to feel droplets;
moisture condensed
from days-on-end -
cooling the curve
of back, and length
of fingers -
pockets of black-berried
strands of hair,
nesting on stems
and leaves;
to languish on earth
and feel pulse of
a heart, deep from
a core that perhaps
will never be seen;
yet I wonder of my own,
as beauty stirs
around me;
while birds, in flight
remind me of freedom,
and the seed
that grows from faith renewed
therefore,
love ensues.
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