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By Randy Rich
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Hi Caves of glass are built thought at a time, until the landscape becomes an evening of long shadows, of birds with no voices, of green and red trapped in grey boxes. It all seems so natural, the moving beaks, the dancing shadows, the paint-by-number counselors. Until one day, without notice, songbirds on the spruce tree begin to sing through the shadows, the yellow butterfly flutters across the garden, grey boxes open to the sun, the crescent moon appears against the blue and gold of the evening. For the first time, again, the world opens its secrets, God says, "Hi, Love". |
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Submitted: Friday, June 5, 2009
Last Updated: Friday, June 5, 2009
About the Poet
I am married and have two beautiful children. I am a Professional Christian Counselor and Director of services for children at a local community mental health center.
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- God's Love
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