Worship
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superstitions of nuthatches and finches,
heartbreak of robin’s eggs.
Tell me about that colour.
Not this mud-light tipped from a rain barrel,
this wet earth knotted into a rope,
loose twist of water,
loose twist of darkness.
No. This other,
this speckled light,
this fawn light born at dawn,
this sun light
peeking under rhubarb leaves,
over fences
and into windows.
Light of the meditative eye
reflective and peaceful,
hinged open.
Blessed wind breaks.
Blessed barn,
blessed animals.
Let Him come.
~Heidi Garnett
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