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Through the night...miracles we did not see .. icebergs of resistance

slipped into the sea

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Every sea is

a Red Sea cleaving..

parting for Moses

with his sailclad clipper

All he need do is embark

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Angels leave miracles in the large sized

begging bowls of dumpsters.

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As the ears of crickets are near their knees

so those God-surrendered

hear angels in the breeze.

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Unencumbered the vine of cucumber climbs dead branch umber

tenderly pouring forth tendrils of green trust

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The mind is a radio dispatcher which through prayer sends angels

to those in need. Yet her heart.. need do nothing at all..

the angels respond.. to her unspoken calls.

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At Blossom Center, may they no longer play martial music

for God does not arm blooms.

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Wind reminded tree the Indian Cigar on the heath

now in total giving to bequeath to the little ones crawling beneath

a subtly fragrant blossom wreath.

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Raise the blind.. the room floods with light Plug in the lamp.. gone the night.

Light the cotton.. it's gone in fire. God's mercy does fill every desire

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Round wonders flow from the tip of a magic wand.

Spherical music flows from the tip of a baton.

A world of talk flows from the metal of a plug.

Angels pay back infinitely kindness to a bug.

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The bee named Hector needs no visible lector to read him the sector

where blooms of great nectar pour forth fragrant vectors

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The spiritually handicapped need access ramps for

easier entry into heaven\

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From the Maker’s majesty manifest myriad bright copies pied

and unpied of papayas, peppers, and poppy pods, lotus pads,

vines sweet pea'd.



Because in God her taproot is grounded

With love for all she does upwell

and so each of her heart's desire fruits

on her soul tree in satiety swells.



God's highlighted synchronicities

come in multiples of three.. trinities of simplicity



When attacks come to auras spherical which transmute all to spiritual

weapons boomerang upon the senders.This is physics, not miracle



He thought 'it's just another water mirage'.. but it was the water mirror

of the rising sun.. in her reflections creating miracles



With the sun's grace and of mist just a trace

the spruce ravels green lace out of pure aqua space

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What a wonder to see.. on the very same tree..

fresh blooms of youth and wise sweet fruit.

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We too can turn water into\unfermented purple wine

by watering often our greenleaved allgiving grape vines.



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SPUN SUN



He who spun

the sun

and makes

peaches of spun sun

He who weaves

the waves

He who holds

every drop

of all rivers

will carry us

all

back to love.



ENTRYWAY



Over the threshold

comes sun's freshgold

Through the portal

spills his light immortal

In through the door..

Sol's firepour

Wide now the gate..

for destiny's date.