But you, Lord, are near to me,
and you are trustworthy in all your precepts.
Psalm 118
The soul selects her beauty
then swings open
wide the doors;
inviting and gracious
more
or less.
Yet, sometimes the stunning
comes
swooping in,
startling,
like the great,
gray-ivory wings
of the blue heron,
shaking the wind,
like a snap of sail
out of the unexpected
moment
and lush crescendo
of summer:
of summer:
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