Thursday, September 9, 2010

Pin-dots in piles,
green texture in miles.
You're the only one
whose details breathe beauty.

Your hand
guides the point
in collaborative touch;
nestled intimacy,
unreserved, intentional --

waving, floating, flowing, breathing

halcyon wholeness
ebbing entirety
milieu moments of magnanimous minute miracles,

God's glory.

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