Hymn – by KB Ballentine

Take off your shoes — midnight’s thirst slaked by cup, by storm your arm on pillows, waits to embrace me sunrise washes the horizon pink and gold sheets flap in summer breezes, wrapping us at night wrens scuffle the porch rail, chorus enough coffee infuses the air with morning lake echoes tree, cloud — a double portion of joy a pocketful of mints, one for each grandchild raindrops pearl the oak leaves woodpecker drums a hollow tree a cat purrs on your lap, kneads you in sleep scarlet maples flame the sky children’s voices on the school bus sing through the air the neighbor’s dog waits to play, snuffles for treats snowflakes stray from woolly clouds melodies half–remembered, hummed in a shower twilight sparks with fireflies, stars your heart beat under my cheek — for this is holy ground
“Earth is crammed with heaven and every bush afire with God but only he who sees takes off his shoes.” — EB Browning
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