Endless blue arcs over me. Leaves shimmer in light. A snake startles (himself and me), escapes through the fence. I stretch, roll my shoulders, look up up up. My feet feel light on this well-walked ground, this patch of earth that has companioned me through deaths and births, through heartache and healing.
What if delight is always this close?
What if watering plants, smelling wet earth, stretching this beating-heart body skyward can be prayer?
What if the divine graces our everyday
and we need only
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