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I watch this world pass by, 
miracle after miracle, 
overcome with thoughts 
of life and death - 
heated in a buttery sky;
the air melts into far corners,
farther than my eyes can see. 
Faster, this world spins into
eternity, faith, and possibilities.
An open window becomes a gate 
to step through, a starting place - 
as a bluebird dips in the birdbath,
squirrels scurry across green grass,
a blue horizon darkens like a memory.  
Those who hurriedly pass by feign contentment
with plastic smiles, earbuds, cell phones,
a false sense of purpose.   
I feel content, at peace, and yet, I ache for more -
a yearning from deep within.
I feel it wash over my skin.    
Cars drive by, everyone’s going somewhere,
but not I. I sit here…I watch.
I whisper a short prayer for a friend, 
I remain silent with His answer –
patience…all will work out in time;
head bowed, I pray for His healing hands
to touch me. In my father’s arms, 
I am comforted and whole.
I am who He sees… 
sunlight traces storm clouds   
painting rainbows over shadowed trees, 
a beautiful canopy. 
His love flows through me, 
pouring out at Calvary.
In the afternoon rain, 
I see each drop of blood.
A choir of clouds congregate.
I hear their worship song.
I see a crown of thorns around them.
I feel the weight of the cross
He struggles to carry.
Mangos fall with the rain 
from a shaken tree,
then lay bruised on limp, wet leaves;
flies begin to swarm around them;
following the clouds trajectory,
I envision more than I can bear -   
His slashed skin and mangled bones
flash before my eyes. 
With hands nailed, He's hung
on the cross in shame and suffering;
every labored breath taken 
until death for an ungrateful world…
my soul seems to understand
what I cannot grasp…all of this,
He did for me….and you.
Love becomes more than a word,
a blessing becomes more than a concept.
I sit at my window unnoticed; 
I watch the world pass by -
every leaf, pebble, bird, raindrop
and new life, I see, 
like a child with a loving father,
a miracle…
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