Communion
Life is not only a well walked path.
It is walking between blades of grass and morning dew
that looks like glistening lakes.
It is sometimes tufts of fur left behind on the meadow
where one life ended so another could be sustained.
It is a bubbling brook
hidden behind the bushes and blackberry thorns.
It is a long discarded skin of the snake
left at the base of the tree.
It is violent, deep umber cliffs
rising above in crystalline planes trying to reach the sky.
It is a blue tipped feather
left behind as a gift.
Life is not only a well walked path.
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