Thursday, November 17, 2011

Precious Revelation


The butterfly in November’s purple air

The envelope in which I send

My deeply uttered prayer


The tangent proof of this life’s hope and grace

The sparkle in my teardrop,

The laugh-line on my face


A perfect storm dismantling my living-room

The bud that holds the flower

The rose about to bloom


The golden sunbeam on an autumn-dappled field

The God of love and mercy

In a child revealed


God, in a beautiful flurry of spills, finger-prints, sticky kisses,

toy messes, 'I forgot's', warm bed-time hugs, I love you's...

Today's prompt: something revealed.

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