Face of God
Listening
to a bird chirping unseen
yet it is not yet spring..
A cold sun illuminates this
February Saturday morning..
A song with passion
appearing as face of Awareness
chirping a message of expectation
it might be said..
If this were said..alas it is wrong..
A fulfillment not then but
Here/Now is cause for this
celebration...
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