Morning breaks...
At summer’s decline...
Along sandy pineland trails
her pink/white daffodil Scrubs
‘catch’ diffused, dappled rays.
Even her pup gingerly
sidesteps misaligned shadows.
And here is God
IN Medic and Pup
IN granule and well-worn path
IN propulsion and nurturance
IN this day’s Awakening
Imbuing splintered sunlight
Awaiting our claim.
Midday ascension...
Amidst the Congo Basin...
Two young Mountain Gorillas
sweep deforested habitats,
gathering bamboo and thistle.
Agricultural clearing for monetary gain
renders a feckless displacement.
And here is God
IN lush, green jungles and empty spaces
IN survival and lack
IN charity and dominion
IN compassion and kinship
Supposing none higher,
Elevating our claim.
Fiery twilight...
Kathmandu’s blood colors end and begin...
The Earth bears witness
as it plays a part
in its own fragile state.
At times subaqueous,
now arisen and unwieldy.
And here lies God
IN rubble and quake
IN frozen rain and shelter
IN monks (now) deceased and temples crumbled
IN the sweet kiss of daybreak
Resurrecting IN Unity
Renewing our claim.
From Medford, N.J.:
In Everything
By Cindy Weinstein
Cindy Weinstein is degreed in special education with training primarily for the deaf preschool and elementary populations. She spends her spare time musing life's "magic'"as it unfolds while dabbling in yoga, journalistic writing and poetry.She cites tap dancing as a serious bucket list item! Cindy Weinstein is also our ground reporter from Medford, N.J.
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