Poem-ing from Sunday (Poem)

(Written Sunday morning while sitting at a secluded picnic bench overlooking Lake Arrowhead, CA)

Thinking there
Sails tense with novelty
Sunday morning cherries

Language floats by
Painted in word pictures
Cinnamon twice this morning

Joy in invitation
God’s hand in friends and pancakes
Stop thinking of life in trains and destinations
Maybe life only blooms one day at a time


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