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…never the same

A free afternoon found me
lying in the grass at the park.
Above me a canopy of leaves
offering the gift of cool shade.

I take deep breaths and stay present
while leafhoppers jump around me.
I inhale the scent of freshly cut grass
and hear the unseen blue jay’s call.

Clouds drift above me in a sea of blue sky
as I take in the awe and wonder of nature,
a sanctuary without walls, doors or windows.
I close my eyes in reverence, gratitude, prayer

… and I’m never the same!

mws

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