Sunbeams On Flowers
ten am, a July morning
There is a holy presence out here
I cannot see it, but I feel it
I sense spiritual orbs and whorls
invisible to my human eye
emitting from the streams of the sun’s dust streams
garden soaks up the rays like a starving man
marigolds, day lilies and lilac smile their appreciation
ruffled and pretty, delicate and fine
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