Posted in Prayers and the Sacred

The Gift of Seeds

this sabbath morning
finds me rising
from the underground
the words of the
virtual priest
in my head
stepping out into the
brightness
of the sunroom
to greet her
entering in
from outside
empty bag in hand
smiling
remembering
in these days
that life has
not changed
for our other
earthly
companions
and that she
with her
caring heart
will continue
to feed
the birds

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