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There is radiance, and so I let my
Hair go red as the sun in the evening.
It could be that we are like
The trees with their roots
Entwined. I do not pretend to
stand wholly on my own,
Neither is there holiness in
Solitude. (I tried that once,
A silent retreat; the halls of
The monastery echoed with
My thoughts but not God’s).
If our branches are leaning,
Tell me your
Needs and I will not count
The petals, I will consider
Only their radiance (as they
Reflect all that is you). I will
Hold them softly in my palm.
Some of them stem
From a prayer.
I will send my blessings
With the newly growing leaves.
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Posted by randomname on 2008-02-04 07:41:52 | Rating: | Views: 56
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