The divine
is tangible
the body
a temple
the legs
spires
the hands
feathers
the eyes
stain -glassed
hues
Prayer
As a shawl
falls
a mantle over
a calm expanse
cool harmony
the slender stance
of a tender nun
cradling a baby
the solitude of
a baptismal font
lies hither
yonder
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Gypsy of flowers The winds carry many showers, flowers of petal towers swaying with life’s handshakes, writing in meadows with light shades. Curtains of sunlight
