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| photo by Deborah Miranda |
Every day
is a little resurrection.
Every day
is a newborn phoenix.
We awaken in the ashes
of the previous day’s dream
or grief. A morning ritual –
face and hands washed
with prayer – clarifies boundaries.
Open your heart.
Release yesterday’s bones.
Offer each day
an armful of wild roses,
the prick of thorns.
All you need carry forward
is the memory of petals,
the feral tracks of wonder
on your skin.
- Deborah A. Miranda
Thank you, Deborah. I plan to share this poem on my family's Thanksgiving after-dinner Zoom. To me it is completely topical, not only for the holiday but for this morning of new hope for our country and the world. Blessings on you!
ReplyDeletebeautiful, thank you.
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