A foray into the poetry of lived experience...
bare feet hugging the cold, dewy grass that warms under my touch
body snuggling into the soft blanket wrapped around me
face upturned to soak in the moonlight
leaves rustling as an animal moves through the woods
geese honking in flight somewhere in the distance
babbling creek whispering its wisdom
an otherwise silent world,
for the wind is still
and the songbirds have yet to awaken
I invite you in, Divine Inspiration.
I receive you and welcome you
with open arms
with deep gratitude
with breathtaking awe
with giggly delight
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