The sun on tired brick is grace,
displacing last night's shadows with a mercy
newer than the morning that awakes
the birds in my back alley; they go baptizing
in the puddle on the garage roof,
rippling the water caught from a summer storm,
warmed by the sun, the smile
of a God who won't let the sparrows fall.
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Real. Simple. Deep. Hopeful.
Real. Simple. Deep. Hopeful. Smiling. Light hearted. Wonderful.
In other words, I loved it. :)
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"Sweet is the love that never knew a wound, but deeper that which died and rose again." - Mother Mary Francis
Aw, this is lovely. Your
Aw, this is lovely. Your poetry is so musical to read.
"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond
incredible!
Wow, Aisling.... this was an indredible poem!!!!!
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The Holy Spirit is the quiet guest of our soul." -St. Augustine
Wow. Just... Wow. Simply
Wow. Just... Wow. Simply gorgeous.
Aisling, this is absolutely
Aisling, this is absolutely gorgeous.