i hear god through birds and rain....
when a million green leaves rustle
under a breeze
laden with tiny droplets....
and how does birdsong echo
in this loamy rich forest?
i opened the car door
outside a filled church
and in poured this majesty:
a stirring wind
a brush of warm water
a pure clear note arcing, falling, landing
from some high, secret place....
how could i leave?
world without end....
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©2013
beth anne boardman
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