Ask, Gather

When your feet get numb

because the grass is cold and wet

you are happy

because spring has arrived.

And if you believe in the silence of worms

you are not listening.

 

Ask the trees a question, or ask

the freshly cut grass or the crow

resting in the arms of a pine.

Listen, and they will answer.

The voice of God is

most often

a quiet one.

 

Hold out your hands now

and allow a smile

to gather in the corners of your lips

and clear rain to gather

on the palms

of your hands.

The End

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