the trees breathed
and i blended into
TheExpansivenessOfWonder
that took hold of me
shook me in a rush of swaying wind
until i could only sigh with gratitude
and slip from the meditation bench
to the ground
delving further into the depths
of the sunlight's glint on the grassy stubble
halos echoed
the dropping needles and pinecones of sound
heard in-between
the keening and the hallelujahs
reintroducing me to a song beyond time
"In the glories we sing with a reverence for all and everything. We bow before our God, thankful and blessed."
mj 11.22.17 poem
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