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Sense the Light
It’s so bright out here
And I can feel it
The warmth of your body, just like
Mother, stretching your arms down around me
Are you comfortable with my arms?
Yes, I am
I am certain that your arms are not just mine
I know that the patches of light are like the plots of land
I hear about
That you view from the Sky
And you helped make the patches of light
And the plots of land
I love to gaze upon that patchwork quilt
I’m not able to do that like you,
But I know
That it is beautiful,
Beautiful just like the chirping
Of the Birds in harmony
That you woke up this morning
Beautiful
Can you feel the vibrancy of life put into this world today, and sense the color?
I want to know, because I can dream of it all
I know that the
Crickets and katydids
Are chirping,
Adding the string section to an orchestrated symphony
And the cool patchwork ground
And pillars budding up around me
Growing crisp, moist leaf bunches
And too soaring-high for me to feel or comprehend
Is the sky, stable but flowing
The foamy clouds’ lazy-moving river
When can you feel me?
I know that
You’re there
When the cold frost is melted by your hot breath
When the birds come chirping and the katydids and crickets slowly mute their instruments
When the ground is warm and I lay on my stomach, peaceful
When the smell of fresh-turned soil radiates its heavy, moist, full scent around me
When the wind whips gently, tugging at my hair and playfully brushing it against my face
When it’s warm again after Winter’s cold
When I feel
Alive
That’s when I can tell.
My arms are around you
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