Transformed Divine
Reading for inspiration
and not for fact
The words paint a picture
in my mind
Like dominoes falling
one by one
They rise from the page
to remind
My fingers enliven
and start to draw
A vivid story
new image sublime
All colors reborn,
as each word is set free
The ink now transformed
—and divine
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
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