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  • Writer's pictureRev. Ani

Poems From The Porch

Angels Bearing Gifts

The clouds were lonesome for the earth this morning

so they dropped in for a visit.

Their thick, white dampness has made the hummingbirds shy.

Other avians, however, are gossiping with excitement,

and a lone cricket is chirping, “Hello!”

The cats are laying dormant

in the presence of this foggy guest.

As the delicate opagueness envelops me,

a prayer arises from within.

May I be a hospitable presence in the world.

May I welcome the diversity of arrivals

that knock on the door of my heart.

May I bow in reverence to their holiness, and

May I recognize them all as angels bearing gifts.

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