a garden
to watch the flowers bloom
arising
peeping out
from the black mystery
gently tiptoeing
on to this page
placing one toe
and then another
and another
and another
and a stream
flows
across this page
a stream of blossoms
unannounced
unprepared for
just given
a space
a plot of time
holding no other
than
the listener
the sacred listener
Father,
i am listening
and the beautiful
blossom
appears
thank you
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