Today
I need not travel far
to sense God’s nearness --
the trill of His many
lyrical voices – Surely
the oriole knows same
intimacy; as does every
petal on the thrilling
rose, dripping luscious color
with scent – Clays-of-clouds
inspiring mental needing –
the toes of an infant, twitching
destiny to explore, long before
bottoms callus, and his legs
steadying for firm excursion --
Today, I think, I will be a child
again – in my mind and heart
reacquaint myself with
good witches in fairy-tales,
and with angels and prayer – …. Treating phones
and Internet like 14th century plague….
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2024
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