I stop and stare as
dawn's light breaks upon my facethe persimmon sun
shimmering amongst unwinding rolls
of peach and mango gauze
behind the black lace veil
of naked tree branches
caught in wonder
I fall to my knees
tears streaming like November rain
singing in a voice not my own
the words coming thickly moaned
as I am covered and surrounded
by the thrumming through my soul
felt more than heard, like a bass overdose
of His Presence
caught in wonder
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