The box always gets opened.
And you will hear blackbirds ringing
as thunder claps in soft rain.
Look for the bluebirds to be chanting
Her grace in the lightning.
Sharp love lives within these spirals.
Listen & Be Heard Weekly ArchivesArchived Articles from L&BH Weekly through April 26, 2008 |
The box always gets opened.
And you will hear blackbirds ringing
as thunder claps in soft rain.
Look for the bluebirds to be chanting
Her grace in the lightning.
Sharp love lives within these spirals.
Tags: Features · Issue 9 · Poem of the Day · Volume 5
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