Beamish

sun rays on a cloudy day
pinpricks through retreating
grey pierce the snow

i think of god’s smile
how Pat Boone’s teeth
gleam with goodness

and wonder about god’s bite
but not today
because I am smitten

by beamish light
and beamish birdsong
and beamish morning

light dissolving snow
down the drain, amplifying
the volume of life

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"The river flows both ways." (Margaret Laurence)

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