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Fellowship of Saints and Sinners

This is a poem I wrote this morning. May your day be full of hope:

Daybreak

When the sound is birds,
and the harvest of night is gathering into
morning’s first blooms,
the silent prayer of the universe for every living, beating thing
stretches itself out across the plain of my heart in hope.

Maybe this is what He means when He says “even the stones will cry out.”

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