Feb 082014
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The trees are no longer naked.
The wind swept through the branches
spreading a shower of white sequins
that dressed them in a radian white gown.
They are so elegant now!
I could shiver with the cold.
But the trees invite me to dance,
and their dance keeps me warm.
And their beauty…
Oh! Their beauty, so magnificent…
The presence of The Divine.
As in my life,
it often shows up as tiny drops
that hurt as they jab and stab,
piercing my comfort,
making me shake.
Only later do I see
the miracle that redressed
my nakedness,
the gown that makes me ready
for a higher dance.
——
Maria Mar©2014
February 3, 2014
Diary of Now, 2014
New York
