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2014-03-12

morning light peels off the doorframe


spills inside the promise of being here, now, another day
a bowl of holiness splashed on the marbled floor, for me
to walk across this door on consecrated sky-grounds, barefoot 
like newly baptized step into the world. i am grateful
for what it was and what is not
and for what i trust, tomorrow holds. 



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