Manna Meditations

when the light in the woods falls like a hand on my shoulder …

… and I turn to look…

… and suck in my breath…

… and see this:

Grateful. 💛

(Manna Meditations Day 16)

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Manna Meditations

one for the weary …

(…because we’re all still children sometimes … frenzied… exhausted… in stubborn rebellion against that old human need for Rest…)

Blown snow.
White, not yet wet —
sifted sugar.

Airspun, storm-sung:
it beds down gentle,
tucks the lawn in tight,

settling over the branches
like a soft hand on a forearm:

Hush…

Rest now.

Just be.

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