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musings on the beautiful and true

Thursday, October 6, 2011

6. I don't know if your room is blue
But I know it was tonight in my prayers for you.
And, because I am so visual when I pray,
My view began to pull back and away like a telescope
Keened in on your sweet sleeping self,
Long past your house, far beyond the Earth
Up into the spaces so vast and cold
Where I was reminded that the
One who made all this Universe knew you first
And that you were tucked under a blanket of promise.

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