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Saturday, October 20, 2018

A SPECKLED EGG-poem [Sa, 10-20-18]

Christ In Winter: Reflections on Faith & Life for the Years of Winter… 

If my mind cuts loose
and wanders on its own
without instruction or direction
it slips off to forgotten
weed-grown pathways
where only snakes and toads
and other slippery creatures
dare now to go
But sometimes it finds
a light-blue speckled egg
wind-blown from out
a worried mother’s nest
I pick it up
and put it back
where it belongs

“I have woven a parachute out of everything broken.” Wm. Stafford

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