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We do not give You
Turkey, Lord, in honor of
Such day, with all the
Décor and trimmings, but
We give You our hearts instead.
Outside my bedroom
Window a little sparrow
Sings her morning song.
Reminds me of the **** that
Crows. But the sparrow-- she sings.
In troubles, faith seems
To grow deeper, as one is
Compelled by that which
Is seen to rely upon
That which is not seen for strength.
Heavy rain. Wide sheets
Precipitating downward—
Puddles splash upward.
Liquid descending
Upon sweltering surface -
Billowing steam rise.
Dead old seed planted.
Agricultural process -
New life generates.
Bright skies. White pillowed
Clouds. Birds. Luminous sunrays -
Mirrored in grey pond.
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