The Woman Who
reminded the glass
of flowers in a crystal
bowl that it needed
more than quiet
removal of its thorns
standing out amongst
the glorious bloom of colors
from a heart determined to
love in the coldest places
when the only air around it
is already missing from the space
between her and God,
then God shouts brilliantly
for her to pay attention to her own
ability and her own talents; as the
self deceived her mind in the knowing of it,
so he sent her a glorious messenger, some
doubt this, angels on earth who
walk in and out of lives not knowing
who the strangers are they are affecting,
and the angel says, “you kick ass as a writer,”
pausing from a run, seeing the face she loved
for the belief in her, she sat in the trees amongst God
and earth, crying, he may be right, and the smallest
patch of grass began to thaw.
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Photo By Melinda Cochrane – All Rights Reserved
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