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More Delight

A glass of grace sits before me

cardinal on the branch

morning’s cool breath

sunlight dappling the leaves

and I do believe that if I

drink up the crisp cold sparkle of it

gratefully however wantonly

my glass will be filled again and again

and yet again the trick being that

the more delight I accept

the more will be given.

1 thought on “More Delight

  1. they say that’s the way it is! beautifully put.

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