In the way that

In the way that

In the way that the sun still lights the sky
when it has sunk below
the opposite hill,
and the moon as white as a cloud
in the still blue,
so, you hold me
in my own heart. 

In the way that tree limbs
make a porthole,
an “oh” in the high green leaves
to the other side
of the valley,
to all that
so you watch over me
hardly seen. 

And I—what
do I do for you? 
Give thanks.


A kind of quick draft poem—I’m not sure this drawing works, but one that I had!  Have a good week. 

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One Comment on “In the way that”

  1. Nancy Says:

    “Give thanks” XXOO

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