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| Sundogs. A favourite phenomenon. |
I wasn't
Then I was
Then I used to be
Life is for holding on to
Life is for letting go
Learn to see God in the beauty
Feel the comfort of God in the no
Taste the fear of our fragile existence
Hear the emptiness speak of may be
You are all alone in the cosmos?
You are loved You are precious You are me
I used to be
Then I wasn't
Then I used to be
What a beautiful poem! I love the whole thing, but especially "Feel the comfort of God in the no" and "Hear the emptiness speak of may be". And I've never seen sundogs--amazing!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Serena. The sundogs were so amazing I pulled my car over on a country road and took the time to get some photos, which really do not do it justice. I couldn't believe there weren't cars pulled over everywhere.
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