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A few senses
Skin so soft as its been left untouched.
Love wooven baskets so full, but still no one to receive my seeds of love.
Thoughts of spoiled parts which tempt invalid ideas, invoking false belief that this orfis is forever damaged, preventing hope and faiths permanent residency.
Then I remember sometime past December, I bore the witness to new life, outside my door with its home snugged behind leaves creating shelter from the rain and warmth for night. Amazing how awake we can be. What a beautiful daily present allowing my presence to see the peace she gifted me.
I was alert enough to watch this momma bird land in my tree, then it picked a branch built a nest nurtured it's babies her best. All while I was denying faith in a higher power she unkowingly reminded me this is just one moment in the presence of many hours. I began to see her come and go twice a day.
She would come back to feed the babies who eventually grew, flew out her nest and away they did go. The days that followed her babies first flight, I seen her near the roof top, her fast flapping wings created the prettiest patterned light.
A moment of calmness to admire her life, she was breath taking a clear message from God. To think if I wasn't awake, I would have missed that sight. The deliverance of hopes bright might.
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Sierra Mazzucca
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