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poem submitted to "So Spake Simple Simon" poetry contest, Unseeking Seeker, sponsor, 5/27/2026
Line of Inquiry: We look at spirit not at form. Our touch is gentle, kind and warm. We but reflect God’s love and light. ‘Tis the path to which we conform. She stood beside the crosswalk in the rain, her coat drenched, her gaze turned toward the ground; I almost passed, weighed down by my own haste. But something in the storm—perhaps its whispered strain~ unveiled her spirit like a lantern found, a quiet glow no weather could erase. I offered her my umbrella, small and slight, and in her lifted eyes dawn broke anew~ a warmth that mirrored God’s unbidden grace. Thus kindness shaped the path my heart pursued, teaching me form is shadow, spirit light.
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