Thankful

For these tiny hands, 

for this bow tie and that curl,

for the contrast of life and death,

for fist-sized roses,

for the delight of a surprise place to play checkers,

for the peace of water, stone, and sunlight, 

for the mist that clings to grapes, 

 for trumpets of speckled flowers,

 for the overwhelming creativity of God; the joyful absurdity in the sheer variety of creation,

 for tiny trees in red bowls,

 for fountains,

 for watercolor flowers,

 for gloomy dark and radiant, unabashed light,

 for these irises and how they remind me of my dear friend,

 and these, too,

as well as these,

and for a tiny purple gift for a friend.

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